“Come study at the Helena Markos Dance Academy in picturesque and moist Freiburg im Breisgau! All our lights have colored filters to suit any mood! Our proprietary maggot breed is delicious and nutritious, the perfect snack-on-the-go between classes! And you’ll have plenty of time to unwind after class in our wire room! Bitch American girls need not apply.”
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Allow me, if you will, a personal digression. A couple years ago, around Christmas, an intoxicated family member brought up an incident from when I was in high school when I ran out of the house into the Michigan winter without shoes or coat, only returning an hour later after walking a couple miles. I the incident well, and had always been slightly embarrassed about it: to me, the drama exceeded what really made sense with everything I ed…
More like “Fanchon, the Menace.” Remarkably thin plot-wise, occasionally seeming to exist so that Pickford can march around and throw things at people. Some of the storytelling and editing choices verge on incoherent, which lends it a certain surreality. But there’s a blockheaded charm to it, and Pickford is radiant in a wheat field.
(I didn’t dislike the score as much as some folks: it seemed to veer between Air and The Boy with the Arab Strap, and I enjoy both.)
I can’t believe we missed this opportunity to put Nichole Kidman in a pup mask…
As friend James points out, there is something so innocent about the Straight People Kink Movies. Nichole Kidman is left sputtering over explaining simple domination, which seems so basic that it hardly s as a kink. Her fetish isn’t novel or particularly embarrassing on its own: she isn’t popping balloons full of c*m, she isn’t pretending to be Violet Beauregarde. She just wants to be told…
*I received a text from work 30 minutes into the movie. It was resolved quickly, but it might for my relative grumpiness with this.*
Why Nosferatu? What about this speaks to the current age in a way that Dracula doesn’t? Like Dracula, Orlok is a foreigner preying on women, but unlike Dracula (or at least the popular Bela Lugosi variant), there isn’t the same feeling of upper class predation to it all. Orlok doesn’t wear a tuxedo; he is…
