A college dropout with library fines. A true believer in whiskey. Not a bastard, orphan or son of a whore. A father to little lady. Constant doer or new things. Traveler with a fleet foot. Scorsese-PTA-Linklater-Powell & Pressburger-Kurosawa-These are a few of my favorite things. I also freelance at Creative Loafing, an alternative Atlanta publication specializing in culture.
With his latest, Apostle, Evans keeps the practical effects and buries them in a sadistic occult update of the type if film that flourished in the 1970s.
The Haunting of Hill House is a bold and exciting foray into madness, family estrangement, and extended personal struggles that feels like the singular vision of Mike Flanagan.
In an age of what seems like unlimited prestige TV, the prospect of the contemporary updating of an outdated comic like Archie seems to be a precarious choice at the outset.
The opening shot of Matt Reeves’ Dawn of the Planet of the Apes is a close-up of Caesar’s face that slowly pans out to reveal the life the apes have created for themselves.