The most erotic scene I’ve ever witnessed in a television show takes place in the Reptile House of the Bronx Zoo.
Money. Power. Add in sex and the entire worldview of Jade can be summed up in a one-dimensional pyramid: Nothing less and, meaningfully, nothing more.
Toshiro Mifune excelled at playing characters railing against the plan life seems to have for them.
When I watch My Own Private Idaho I feel a profound nostalgia for the person I was, for the city I loved.
American Gigolo helped create and define Richard Gere as an actor with uniquely chameleon sex appeal. But how?
In Crash, sex on-screen becomes just another means of emotional dislocation and of situating the viewer in the emptiness of the present.
Preston Sturges had been getting away with murder—so to speak—for years before he arrived at a place where the moviegoing public couldn’t follow him.
With Southland Tales, Richard Kelly asked audiences to deal with the bleakest aspects of their current reality via a tonally ambiguous, hyper-taxing, incomplete narrative. When you look at it that way, even its sub-half-million box office take might sound high.
Piccadilly is an erotic thriller before such terms existed to define it, a film about an eroticism it’s unable to depict.
In Claudia Weill’s Girlfriends, a best friendship is thrown to the margins as their paths to adulthood diverge.
After 15+ years of nearly daily screenings of Curb Your Enthusiasm, I can safely say that I know the on-screen Larry David better than I know myself.
The Empire Strikes Back is about doing the work after all passion for that work is gone, about the slow, hard attempts to see a long-term plan through with no hope of success in sight.
