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Well look what we have here? Another review I meant to pen almost four weeks ago. I caught Aftersun in its first week, rushed to it in...

There is nothing like the melodic wilt of the Irish brogue. Nor is there anything quite like the razor sharp witticisms of a Martin...

Park Chan-wook is phenomenal. I missed the clanging of erotic balls in the cinema, enjoyed in a single intensive sitting some time later,...

‘I used to think there was a kind of bird that, once born, would keep flying until death. The fact is that the bird hasn't gone anywhere....

Well, I never thought I would be ticking things off my bucket list already. Never gave my bucket list much thought, nor do I have any...

I don’t feel old. I’m not, I really am not in the scheme of it, but damn do I feel something. I say it a lot, too, but it’s not the right...

A neon dreamscape; a lonely meander through the cities, bodies meeting bodies, missing one another in a breath. Tsai Ming-liang has...

How does one start a discussion about one of Japanese Cinema’s most underrated filmmakers? By stating just how underrated he is. That is...