If you’ve seen Gregg Araki’s previous films, it’s surprising this is actually a mostly light-hearted, good-natured comedy exploring “poly” relationships.
It falls short of the animated Hitchcock promised in the promotional material, Perfect Blue’s tale of hunted celebrity is a good psychological thriller.
The first six years had groundbreaking work from some of the greatest filmmakers in cinema history. The first half also contained the premier work from the majority of the independent filmmakers who will take us deep into the next century.
I like Kevin. It’s not that he’s unpredictable or outrageous. He’s outrageously predictable in his unpredictability, and not just because he’s a suburbanite.
Rachel is no ordinary vampire. She continually rises from the dead to get screwed and murdered by our serial killer protagonist, who acts like a pussy about it.
Many joke about sending their ex a letter stating her/his HIV status is positive. In Bullet on a Wire, this prank makes its overdue debut in a motion picture.
Lola runs. The techno blares. She passes a clock and sees that she only has ten more minutes. The movie has sixty more. How is the filmmaker going to do it?