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Give the Anarchist a Cigarette

courtesy of Killer films

Cate Blanchett Shines In Todd Haynes’ Surreal Bob Dylan Chorus Line

Greetings and salutations* film nerds and nerdettes ...

Worst Summer Movie Lineup <i>Ever</i>

courtesy of Warner Brothers Entertainment

Whatever Happened To Radical Chic & The Summer Of Cinematic Love?

Sent From: Murphy Hooker’s Wireless Handheld Device (3:58 a.m.) 8/19/2007

Cinematic Dream Girls and The Glamorous Ass of Sachiko Hanai

courtesy of Palm Pictures

Greeting and salutations
* film nerds from Miss Twila’s House Of Voodoo, Sex & Magic, conveniently located above one of the nicest crack houses I’ve ever seen in the Outer Mission. Was that a Baldwin Brother I saw just coming out of there? Nah …

The Anderson Boys, You’re Our Only Hope

Greeting and salutations* from San Francisco’s historic Castro Theatre where legend has it, after the 1968 film premier of Neil Simon’s The Odd Couple, a cockeyed Jack Lemmon took a stand for alcoholic film nerds everywhere by conjuring the might of 200 Felix Ungers to uncork a can of whoop-ass on his equally soused co-star Walter Matthau in an il

Back from Hiatus with a Pelvic Thrust …

courtsey of the Chateau Marmont

Plus, Remembering The Genius Of Laszlo Kovacs!

And we’re back …

The Case for Cinematic Civil Disobedience

… And Film Night In Dolores Park, Oh My!

Greetings and salutations* from the private screening room of the Subterranean Beatnik Library auteur scoundrel Vincent Gallo once desecrated after focus-testing a four-hour director’s cut of his biker-gets-a-blowjob epic Brown Bunny (2003) on an unwilling gang of bipolar Hell’s
Angels …

Speeding Into Madness with Friedkin’s Bugged Out Lovers

Sent From: Murphy Hooker’s Wireless Handheld Device (4:28 p.m.) 6/2/2007

Greetings and salutations* from the damask-drenched dungeon of a narcoleptic flibbertigibbet whose insatiable sex drive, dizzy disposition and chain-smoking Chihuahua-esque countenance makes the archetypical female neurotic Annie Hall, look like Cher after nine Drambuie
cocktails …

Hot Damn! The Coen Boys are Back in Town

Greetings and salutations* film nerds and nerdettes, haven’t you wondered what in the hell happened to the Coen Brothers? If the reports from Cannes are correct; now we know. They’ve been preparing to drop a Sam Peckinpah inspired serio-comic thriller, No Country For Old Men on grateful cinephiles who’ve been jonesin’ for a hit of their singularly original brand of genre filmmaking for years. 

Savor the Flavor of Adrienne Shelly’s Posthumous Pie

Beefsteak Pirates, Juicy Tomatoes and a Bittersweet Waitress

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