On SWEET SWEETBACK’S BAADASSSSS SONG
In the lexicon of “revolutionary” black cinema SWEET SWEETBACK’S BAADASSSSS SONG exists in a category of its own
In the lexicon of “revolutionary” black cinema SWEET SWEETBACK’S BAADASSSSS SONG exists in a category of its own
There was simply no one else like the Hawaiian-bred Albert Pyun, one of the most irrepressible directors working in any genre
The first book devoted entirely to the life and films of Sam Raimi
A film that’s quite typical of Ti West’s filmography at its best and worst
The one and only killer pants movie
A powerful two-character indie that combines superbly rendered imagery with innovative sound design
The latest in a long line of nonfiction accounts of the crimes committed by Harvey Weinstein
This short and sweet oral history of the VHS era is enjoyable enough, but far from the definitive book on the subject
I greatly respect Fred Ward as an actor, but ultimately I like him because, simply, he graced quite a few of my favorite movies
“DEATH OF A SALESMAN in swimming trunks” is how Burt Lancaster described his 1968 starring vehicle THE SWIMMER