The Bliss of Not Knowing (Or, Ads At Nauseam)

“Let the Audience add up two plus two. They’ll love you forever.” -director Ernst Lubitsch Last October, an ex and I pried our bodies from our soft, safe sheets and plunged into a fog so moody and moor-ish, Poe would’ve positively beamed. It was a Sunday. And, rather than doze off during services, we’d decided to enlist…

Daisy Dukes: Superman: The Arctic Giant (1942)

Apes. Ants. Alligators. Spiders. Snails. Even Praying Mantises, for Christ’s sake. If it’s creepy, it’s crept down Main Street USA to the shriek of tax-paying citizens. Giant Things-That-Aren’t-Typically-Giant is nothing new. It’s like Yeah, yeah. We get it: Monster crushes car, Monster batters building, Monster is impervious to bullets. We’ve been at this since Godzilla. Except, wait: Fleischer’s Arctic Giant beats Godzilla by 12 years.

‘For the Love of Film’ -Ep. 15: Kevin Talley

An interview series, fusing film love with autobiography. Where we talk firsts, favorites, fields of expertise, etc. 1) Which of Shakespeare’s works have translated best to the big screen? 2) If Tom Hanks dies tomorrow, what’s the very first film we watch in respect? 3) When was the day that DVD officially killed VHS? 4)…