The viewer emerges from Fellini Satyricon in a queasy stupor, their mind grasping at individual images, even as they push the whole experience away.
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In these two portrayals, the American sex worker is afforded far more personal dignity than can be found throughout much of American cinema.
David Mamet’s Bookworm (aka The Edge) on what it means to survive.
The films of David Lynch are strange creatures, but to focus only on their most ungainly appendages is to willfully ignore their equally beautiful qualities.