Nicole Veneto
In this film, Alexis Langlois suggests that the diva worship so central to queer cultural production has found new toxicity thanks to social media, where we all feel entitled to a piece of our idols.
Annapurna Sriram’s “Fucktoys” is poised for cult greatness among queer cinephiles, filthy femmes, and those of us who find today’s movie landscape frighteningly sex averse.
If you think the world’s gotten a lot colder in the last couple years, you’re not alone. Director David Cronenberg feels it too.
We return to my coverage of the 25th annual Boston Underground Film Festival, our own little local celebration of oddballs, freaks, and celluloid weirdos of all sorts.
Considering the current political climate and its accompanying cultural backlashes, BUFF’s (continued) commitment to diversity in film feels especially pointed in its 25th incarnation.
Director Robert Eggers’ take on the venerable vampire is a little too buttoned-up, too clean, too refined.
Sitting in my bedroom, viewing a screener copy of “Dream Team”, my initial bewilderment eventually curdled into boredom.
Filled with B-movie puppet antics, “Frankie Freako” is a joyous throwback to the days where you could walk into a video store and rent one of a dozen Gremlins rip-offs about someone’s mundane suburban life being upended by a bunch of little guys.
“The Substance” is the most insane midnight movie you’ll see in a multiplex in 2024. Needless to say, I loved it.
Arts Remembrance: The Voice of Love — On David Lynch’s Empathy
For all the accusations David Lynch faced over the supposed emotional and ironic detachment of work, his films are wellsprings of love for their subjects.
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