“Because I was so ashamed. I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong, but I was just so ashamed.” Mildred’s head was down and she was crying softly into her lap, finding it not very difficult to conjure up the tears.
I’m goddamned sick and tired of battlin’ writer’s block to once again arrive at a frustrated first step, y’know, leave me alone and let me go back to bed. I say that every issue, and now I quit.
There was a sound behind me and I spun like a cat. Like a cat shrieking because you just ran the vacuum cleaner across its tail after hog-tying its paws and putting a burlap bag over its head to completely disorient it, but like a cat none the less and none the more.
Britney Spears – Oops, I Did It Again (10 out of 10): An artistic triumph that ranks alongside the great masterworks of 20th century art, such as Van Gogh’s “Starry Night,” Welles’ “Citizen Kane,” and Ritter’s “Three’s Company.”
The premise of What Lies Beneath turns out to be strikingly similar to that of Stir of Echoes. In short, a presence is making itself known in order to shed light on how its earthly body was murdered.
Quills works much better than Stardom because Kaufman is probably one of the only filmmakers working today other than David Lynch or Matthew Bright who understands that if you’re making a flick about or relating to smut, you must also be smutty in your filmmaking.
Waters must’ve read some books on directing because Demented is the most visually expressive of all his output. It’s like he finally decided to stop hating the camera, or separate the camera from the audience, or something.
I don’t know about you, but I believe any film could’ve been rendered more effective with the addition of flesh-ripping zombies. Something about dead and decayed people trying to eat warm, live people really strikes me as beautiful cinematography.