Eyes of Angela De Marco

Jonathan Demme’s gloriously eccentric and refreshingly sweet Married to the Mob (1988) is one of the ultimate comfort movies for me. So I watch it a lot. And every time I’m struck by the same thought: it’s clear that Demme knew what he had in Michelle Pfeiffer’s face and, most importantly, he knew what do … Continue reading Eyes of Angela De Marco →

Breathtaking: Paris, Texas

A story of loss and redemption, nostalgia and reality, Wim Wenders’ Palme d’Or winner Paris, Texas (1984) has been rightly praised for almost forty years now. If I didn’t have a broken wrist I’d write a 1,000 words on this hauntingly unforgettable film. But I do, so I won’t—but I will when I’m healed. For … Continue reading Breathtaking: Paris, Texas →

Take Me Home Tonight

Ronnie Spector’s death has really hit hard. Even if she had never made any more music after the Ronettes, she’d still be a hall of famer. “Be My Baby” has to be in consideration for the title of greatest pop song of all time. Her voice, strong and sweet, sexy and smooth, is one of … Continue reading Take Me Home Tonight →

On Sirius, Harry, and Family

I’ve been rewatching every Harry Potter film with my kids for like the fourth time in maybe two months, and each pass through a couple things really stand out. Harry’s relationship with his surrogate father Sirius Black touches every one of my paternal heartstrings. It certainly doesn’t hurt that Gary Oldman and Daniel Radcliffe shared … Continue reading On Sirius, Harry, and Family →

Fractured

I have an unfortunate habit of breaking things to start a new year. Once it was a coffee pot on New Year’s Day. Other years it was some other appliances, each broken within the first few days of the new year. Never a great omen, if you believe in that sort of thing. Well, this … Continue reading Fractured →