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Read the latestA sprawling, filthy, glorious epic about the end of an era. Anderson shoots the porn industry with the same reverence Scorsese once gave the mafia. A new American masterpiece.
Lynch continues his descent into pure nightmare logic. The first half is perfect dread. The second half dares you to keep up. Most audiences won’t.
Two men, one room, endless cigarettes. Wong turns heartbreak into the most beautiful thing you’ll see all year. The color alone will ruin other films for you.
Founding editor. Has walked out of 417 films. Never apologizes.
Former projectionist. Writes only about films he has seen twice in the same night.
Trained in Paris. Still believes the French got it right in 1968.