One of you generous weirdoes paid me one hundred dollars to write about the movie that got WWE Films and Blumhouse into the mediocre, painfully bland, mega-church-pimping Christian movie business.
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Our ongoing, patron-funded exploration of the films of Sam Peckinpah reaches Bloody Sam’s problematic and deeply troubling 1971 provocation Straw Dogs.
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One of you generous weirdoes paid me to revisit Julien Temple’s fascinatingly muddled 1986 musical flop Absolute Beginners, an exceedingly white, straight look at racial tensions and the exhilarating freedoms of life in late 1950s London.
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One of you kind weirdoes paid me to watch and write about 1998’s Babe: Pig in the City, Fury Road director George Miller’s darkest, most fucked up masterpiece. With Mickey Rooney as the ghoulish embodiment of all of your childhood nightmares!
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One of you kind sadists paid me one hundred dollars to see 1993’s Time Indefinite, Sherman’s March director/star Ross McElwee’s deeply sad meditation on aging, parenthood and letting go.
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One of you generous weirdoes paid me to see Director’s Cut, Penn Jillette and cult auteur Adam Rifkin’s inspired, wildly meta crowd-funded exploration of crowd-funding, Hollywood and madness.
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Steve McQueen is quietly magnificent as a fading champion of the rodeo in Sam Peckinpah’s gentlest movie.
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Can an annoying little boy’s faith bring his father home safe from World War II? That’s the question behind this perversely non-family-friendly PG-13 Christian family film overflowing with racial slurs and hate crimes.
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Sam Peckinpah’s curious, curiously satisfying follow-up to The Wild Bunch is a strange, strangely fascinating combination of haunting elegy for the old west and Benny Hill-style wacky sex comedy
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One of y’all generous souls paid me a cool seventy-five dollars to revisit one of the many, many nadirs in Madonna’s film career, the screamingly unfunny 1987 comedy Who’s That Girl
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