Spitball Army

Francis Coppola continues his experiments with non-linear narrative, color and symbolism. Enjoyable, if obtuse, horror tale.

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Someone walked by me yesterday and laughed aloud to herself, clearly amused at her own thought which she proceeded to share with me. “Have you ever seen that movie Drop Dead Fred?” she asked, chuckling, so apparently proud of having made the connection between my name and a film of dubious quality. “No” was my […]

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John Ford’s epic, stretched so three-hours thin that Alex North’s bombastic score bludgeons holes right through it.

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The letter A could – and does – stand for so many things. Perhaps this is because its position at the head of the alphabet lends to its overuse by the lazy and unadventurous. In the greater Birmingham area, this denominating slothfulness is on horrifying display in the Yellow Pages, where the clumping of A’s […]

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Aims to portray poetry in death and succeeds. Javier Bardem fascinating, as always. Perfect companion to The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.

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Everything about this L.A. noir is so over the top, it nearly exists in its own genre universe. Let’s call it “camp noir.” A femme fatale with a stately British accent; a character named Jojo; a mystery drug that revives gassed convicts to life. Nurse: Why don’t you talk to me anymore? Aren’t you listening? […]

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Card is untitled on the front.

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