The Stendhal Syndrome (1996)
A policewoman is pursued by a psychotic taking advantage of her hypersensitivity to images
One of the bleakest by Dario Argento, whose nightmare logic in this twilight-of-an-era sees the psyche as a canvas that can be rewritten by reframes & shocks
Spike of Bensonhurst (1988)
A boxer (Sasha Mitchell) steps on mafioso toes (Ernest Borginine) when he refuses dives & courts around
More than just a Warhol collaborator, Paul Morrissey uniquely masters tone as passion & other blood functions hit limits to droll acknowledgements
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Live and Let Die/The Man with the Golden Gun - cool 70's comic book style, boring midsections, great villains (Scaramanga and Nick Nack are like Sardu and Ralphus from Bloodsucking Freaks).
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David Del Valle, Admired Historian of Horror Films, Dies at 77 hollywoodreporter.com/movies…
Toby Dammit (1968)
Terrance Stamp as a compromised yet popular actor who staggers around hollowly accomidating bougie entertainment circles that turn into a demonic Lost Highway nightmare
Spirits of the Dead anthology highlight by Federico Fellini in his most ably diluted form
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There is a man with the honesty and vision to be an exception, and he made what's nigh-indisputably The American Movie (at the dawn) of this evil millennium.
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We mourn the unexpected passing of journalist, horror historian and Severin friend David Del Valle.
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May he rest in peace.
‘Caligula’ Director Tinto Brass Dies at 93 indiewire.com/news/obituary/…
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I was once in a film class with my favorite professor. A student casually asked before class had officially started how one could learn so much about movies, he said "I can tell you, but you won't like the answer."
The guy smirked and said "Yeah, I know, by watching more movies."
"No" he replied. "By reading."
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The Ideon: Be Invoked is rightfully celebrated for a litany of reasons but to this day I'm still floored by that final, closing montage. It reminds me of a structural film and employs textures so striking they transcend words; an ode to life and death rendered through form alone.





































