I’ve taken a lot of both love and bile for this picture but the fact my intentionally misguided blockbuster tinkering helped get a jillion dollar picture a slot in an Indie film fest will always make me smile

What I wake up to every morning. RIP Shannen. She didn’t know our film was a comedy

Fellow Blackhats, delighted by director’s cut excision of Hemsworth’s horrendous Santa Claus quip, among other trims…but, despite MM’s intentions, sheepishly prefer the theatrical’s power plant opening. Which version do I show doubting virgins tomorrow?

ALIEN ROMULUS is not undazzling, with some of the best IMAX alchemy ever but, like most recent spectacle pictures, it’s an episode of Sports Center—highlights and top ten plays of the day. How I crave the intensity and dramaturgy of an actual game

Best Performance in Shit I Actually Wrote. 3 way tie: Winona Ryder (Heathers)), Michelle Pfieffer (Batman Returns), and Willa Fitzgerald (Fashion Victim). Alas, the latter is an unpicked up pilot. You’re just going to have to settle for Willa Fitzgerald ‘s legendary STRANGE DARLING!

Rough morning/mourning. Discovered these are the only Southern California screens showing Megalopolis in IMAX . The Chinese Theater has committed to The Wild Robot 😥

So I too was at that Nosferatu thang last night. I was prepared for the blood and the rats, but not the revelatory, wall-to-wall Lily-Rose Depp thespian awesomeness

I’ve created a response to everyone bitching about Wicked being a Part One. Something I never thought I’d be doing

If the Criterion Closet is Heaven then the Severin Cellar is Hell…and where I feel most at home in a Hieronymous Bosch shirt and off my Parkinsons meds. Disturbing!

Party at my place when life was swell. David Lynch standing in the spot where Orson Welles died

Daniel Waters Holy shit! I stood on that very spot during one of your parties, back in the day. I knew Welles had died there but now that I've learned Lynch also once occupied that space, I feel like I was on truly hallowed ground.

More Lynchobhilia. My index cards for Heathers orbiting the sun of a Blue Velvet poster and a shred of blue velvet

New Snow White is pretty terrific and you’re all a bunch of assholes. Mouthy Bitch female lead is a luminous wonder we’re not worthy of. When Grumpy cried, I cried. Even Gal Gad—okay, can’t go that far

I feel alone in knowing and caring that this White Lotus Lady co-wrote and directed one of the finest films of 2023. Track down Charlotte Le Bon’s Falcon Lake, folks!

With Heathers, I perhaps copped out with a strategically adorable ending that inspired a wonderful Musical but the Cinematheque is letting me wet my Bleak Week beak by presenting the true gut punch granddaddy of the teen genre

Give me some money

Kubrick is the master of the chilling close-up: Nicholson/Shining, McDowell/Clockwork, D’Onofrio/Full Metal Jacket but none of them compare to Diane Franklin/Last American Virgin. If you don’t know why, join Diane and I for the Monday Bleak Week Cinematheque screening!

These dudes go deep! Not the usual “Gee, how do them 3 seashells work?”