-Why, Mr. West, did you neglect Greta Gerwig so? We all know she's awesome, why reduce her to second-act slaughter (this is too soon for spoiler tag)?
-I love all the little touches to give a retro vibe: 16mm film, the zoom-ins instead of crane shots, walkmans, feathered horrors, freeze-frame yellow-font opening credits and end-credits-over-last-still, and they don't beat you over the head with it, either. The only quintessential eighties chick is a bit part near the beginning, as hero Samantha (Jocelin Donahue, who looks like she should be a seventies actress)'s slutty and flighty roommate.
-I also love the slow and deliberate pacing, leading to a quick and (somewhat) shocking climax, and a punch-t-the-nuts ending. Also very eighties. No ironic mocking of the conventions of the satanic panic films, played gloriously straight.
-Did you know these were promoted by critics-only distribution of VHS tapes? Where can I get one!?
-In unrelated news, I just got a shitload of McSweeney's swag. Yay.
plato's cave twenty two (being a film journal) - alexander korda - *that hamilton women* - 1941 second time seeing this film. stars laurence olivier, vivien leigh, alan mowbray, and sara allgood. in addi...
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