What is Hollywood, you ask, dear children? A quorum of whores babbling endlessly on about fucking while the bordello is razed for a penny arcade -- Paul Bern
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Saturday, March 26, 2011

THE HIPPIE EISENSTEIN

Look, so she likes smashing images together like rocks. She's not afraid of the blunt, the obvious, the over-reach. This is rare. Sam Fuller with art-ball Meyerholdian chops. But like him, that doesn't mean there aren't subtle or interesting things happening in her movies. Also, tedious bits. But one day, probably a masterpiece, or a Bezhin Meadow.