BARRY SONNENFELD, CALL YOUR MOTHER: MEMOIRS OF A NEUROTIC FILMMAKER
Barry Sonnenfeld is a cinematographer-turned-director whose defining trait, it seems, is self-deprecation.
Barry Sonnenfeld is a cinematographer-turned-director whose defining trait, it seems, is self-deprecation.
Fact: anyone who says the eighties were a “golden age” for film is wrong, wrong, wrong, as the year 1986 proves quite amply
This ridiculous sci fi musical from the late R.W. Fassbinder acolyte Ulli Lommel wants very much to be a cult sensation a la REPO MAN or THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW, but fails spectacularly
A “lost” film in the filmography of Spain’s late Bigas Luna (1946–2013), LOLA is a 1986 erotic thriller that received very little attention and has largely vanished from sight
A twelve minute animated amazement from 1981 that remains shockingly little known
By Bollywood standards this 1984 film is quite good, packed with chills and boasting a tight storyline that nearly manages to sustain itself over a fast moving 145 minutes
Concluding my 2019 overviews is this, the latest edition of Bedlam in Print, exploring the noteworthy publications of the previous twelve months
What is there to say about 2019? A lot, albeit not on the movie screens
In the 1980s movie-verse 1987 was something of an anomaly, being an authentically good year for film
This not-very-funny comedy from France pays tribute to Paris’s fabled Grand Guignol Theatre