The King of Comedy (1982) Review

“Better to be king for a night than schmuck for a lifetime” -Rupert Pupkin

One night. That’s all Rupert Pupkin has ever wanted. And he’s willing to get that one night at any cost, by any means necessary. Continue reading


The Deer Hunter (1978) Review

I first learned of Michael Cimino’s The Deer Hunter while scouring YouTube for Quentin Tarantino interviews of all things. In one of these interviews, Tarantino was discussing Robert De Niro’s outstanding career throughout the 70’s and early 80’s, and his roles in such films as Mean Streets, The Godfather Part II, Taxi Driver, and Once Upon a Time in America. One of the films that happened to come up was The Deer Hunter, which Tarantino described as an “intimate epic”. Continue reading

Dog Day Afternoon (1975) Review

There’s a scene toward the end of Dog Day Afternoon where Sonny (Al Pacino) has just said his goodbyes to his lover Leon (Chris Sarandon) and his wife (Susan Peretz)  in two back-to-back phone calls. He’s visibly exhausted and coated in sweat from the summer heat (and with no A/C to boot). He’s sitting there quietly, when, just for a moment, we see him break down into tears, and then bury his face in his hands. There is absolutely no dialogue in this moment—Al Pacino’s facial expressions and body language do all of the talking. It’s an incredible piece of character acting, but it only works as well as it does because of the empathethic bond between the audience and the character of Sonny. Continue reading

Watership Down (1978) Review

The 1978 British animated film Watership Down, based on the Richard Adams novel of the same name, is widely recognized as one of the darkest children’s movies ever made. While this label isn’t inaccurate, I feel that the film is too often overshadowed by how “violent and gory” it supposedly is or how it “traumatized an entire generation of children”.  Seriously? I might not be a child in late-70’s England, but I doubt that claim is anything more than hyper-exaggeration.  Continue reading