L.A. Story (1991), written by Steve Martin and directed by Mick Jackson, is an interesting mix of absurdity, fantasy, and love. So it’s basically Shakespeare.
I like to see movies by myself and sit in the back row, center seat. Hence the blog’s name. However, it’s fun to talk to others about movies, so Ashley and I are teaming up fairly regularly to talk about what movies we like or don’t like. I’ve been struggling with a name for this, so she suggested “Sharing the Back Row”. Let’s see how it works! This week, we talk Hail, Caesar!, by the Coen Brothers.
On first seeing the trailer for Joe Wright’s Darkest Hour, I knew that it was going to be a mandatory watch for no other reason than Gary Oldman. Although Oldman delivers for the most part, the rest of the film falls flat.
In this edition of a still-nameless feature, I talk to my friend Ashley about a film that moves me to tears every time I watch it: Denis Villeneuve’s Arrival. There’s a little love for Michael Stuhlbarg, disappointment with love, and frustration with aliens’ names. There are some spoilers, so proceed with caution.
It came out recently that AMC Theaters had been posting a note (which they’ve also decided to remove) for moviegoers explaining the 10 seconds of silence in Rian Johnson’s Star Wars: The Last Jedi. I have some thoughts on the silence, so proceed if you’re cool with spoilers.
Today Ashley and I talk about Herk Harvey’s Carnival of Souls. Considered a cult classic, with a Criterion Collection BluRay and a spot on the streaming service FilmStruck, it is beloved by many as a psychological horror film. Where do we stand? Read on…
From matte paintings to repressed sexual desires (with a little terrible coffee and attempted murder in between), Ashley and I poke fun at each other about our differences on Powell and Pressburger’s Black Narcissus (1947).