Lollipop Magazine

Cine-Trash – The Hand – Column

April 1, 1996

Flat, wooden performances, alarmingly static direction, and a plotline both confusing and dull, combine to make The Hand a natural born killjoy.

Cine-Trash – The Last Movie – Column

March 1, 1996

A little success is a dangerous thing. A lot of success is worse. Few prove this thesis more conclusively than Dennis Hopper’s sophomore directorial excretion.

Cine-Trash – Faster Pussy Cat Kill Kill – Column

February 1, 1996

Without this film, neither John Waters nor the Cramps would exist, and the world would be a poorer place indeed.

Cine-Trash – Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me – Column

December 1, 1995

A shapeless, amorphous mess, with loads of obtuse symbolism, bored walk-throughs by semi big stars, absolutely no suspense, and Sheryl Lee screaming. A lot.

Cine-Trash – Bad Lieutenant – Column

November 1, 1995

This film achieves what it sets out to do, something rarely attempted in American film: A horrifying glimpse of a moral abyss in the guise of character study.

Cine-Trash – Female Trouble – Column

October 1, 1995

Many aficionados swear by Pink Flamingos, and its dogshit-munching climax does tend to leave an impression. But for my money, you can’t beat his follow-up.

Cine-Trash – Tough Guys Don’t Dance – Column

September 1, 1995

A Providencetown writer awakens from a bender with a mean hangover, a new tattoo, and oh yeah, a woman’s head buried next to his pot stash.

Cine-Trash – Track 29 – Column

July 1, 1995

An unholy souffle of over-the-top performances (Sandra Bernhard plays Christopher Lloyd’s mistress), weird editing/camera foolery, and muddy Freudianism.

Cine-Trash – Raising Cain – Column

June 1, 1995

Fresh from the professional Pompeii that was The Bonfire of the Vanities, DePalma decided to step back and play another round in the arena of his greatest work.

Cine-Trash – Beyond the Valley of the Dolls – Column

May 1, 1995

Mr. Meyer has retired himself from the world of film, which is a shame, because his mammary-mad movies are about as hyperbolically hilarious as they, uh, come.