Filmmaker Paul Schrader is renown for taking us to the dingiest of places and introducing us to the gloomiest of people, and these are good reasons to watch the movies in the first place. Hopefully, we don’t want to be the imploding taxi driver, raging middleweight boxer, or guilt-ridden Calvinist priest, but it is surely... Continue Reading →
Portrait of an Artist: Pollock (2000)
To me, no other movie follows, portrays, captures, embraces, forgives, and, most importantly, empathizes a human being more than Ed Harris’ auteuristic gift in Pollock. I have seen the film from its birth in the theatre in 2000 up to 12 more times, and I am still in awe at how much it continues to... Continue Reading →