I rewatched Interview with the Vampire last night and it just doesn't seem dark enough. Maybe that's a reflection of how my emotional self has darkened after Covid, rapacious politics, and so much social turmoil. But it seems to me that the story, the myth, of the vampire is dangerous because it is Dionysian and... Continue Reading →
More Than Just a Familiar Formula—a review of Netflix’s Mute on Splice Today
Read it here: https://www.splicetoday.com/moving-pictures/more-than-just-a-familiar-formula
You Can Do Magic, Honey
A review of The Last Jedi on Splice Today. Read it here: https://www.splicetoday.com/moving-pictures/you-can-do-magic-honey
The Professional and the Superior Man
A long time ago, I watched a black-and-white movie about the French Foreign Legion in Algeria. The title escapes me, as does most of the plot, but I vividly remember one scene. A young recruit had snuck off to a local village to visit a girl he liked and was arrested for deserting his post.... Continue Reading →
Blame the Drugs
Today, there was flooding in London. I was supposed to be there. But because I have no cartilage in my knees, I often wake up in agony on barometrically improvident days. Dark days of lying on the bed, focusing on my breathing. Days in which it's hard to think, much less write. Days of codeine... Continue Reading →
The Rules of Attraction: a Lesson in the Use of Idiosyncratic Voice
Like most who went to college in the early 1990s, I had the misfortune of first encountering Bret Easton Ellis’ work indirectly via the movie adaptations. I rented Less Than Zero and thought it was okay in a rich-kids-get-the-blues-and-make-bad-life-decisions sort of way. James Spader was simultaneously cool yet annoying. And that pretty much characterized my... Continue Reading →