


Out in Theaters: ADVANTAGEOUS

TRUE DETECTIVE Season 2 Episode 1 Review “The Western Book of the Dead”
True Detective season two has the same visage and DNA of the first, but it needs to speak up for us to hear. The intro’s graphical sleepy and haunting imagery and auditory sensations are there, only Californiacated. So is the symbolism, with the overhead shots of vapid intersecting freeways that look like rigid arteries interconnecting a vile heart of darkness with the industrial landscape fingered together like a cold computer processor. All of it I’m hoping with throttle forward with the novelty of the first series–but only time is the measure of all things truly divine.

Director Face/Off: Wes Anderson Vs. Richard Linklater (Part Three – Music)
Wes Anderson and Richard Linklater –prominent writer/directors, Texas natives (both have roots in Houston) and coincidentally my two favorite humans. Their latest films were nominated for Best Motion Picture this year and, delving further, their careers have evolved at very similar rates, humbly paving the quaint dirt road that was the indie film scene in the ‘90s with Slacker and Bottle Rocket. Onward, they transitioned to tastemakers, acquiring cult followings with Dazed and Confused and The Royal Tenenbaums. With each film Anderson and Linklater make, their toolbox gets a little bigger without compromising their eclectic and pridefully offbeat styles, one vastly different from the other, yet hauntingly similar. Which leads to the question, who does it better?
For Anderson and Linklater, a film’s soundtrack seems to be equally as important as cinematography or plot. Anderson uses music to form a specifically cultured aesthetic shaped from a balance of scores by Mark Mothersbaugh and rock ‘n’ roll. Linklater uses era-defining music as a sort of bookmark for time, shaping his stories around cultural happenings as defined by what was playing on the radio.

Out in Theaters: THE OVERNIGHT
*This is a reprint of our Sundance 2015 review.
Last year, Patrick Brice showed up to SXSW with Creep. Devilishly crafty and expertly focused, it fell in with the usual suspects of found footage horror, even though it was so much more than just another point and shoot, “gotcha!” scare effort. The natural tension that Brice was able to tease out of a scene – the inherent discomfort and overarching ambiguity of character relations – made for a plucky and generously bewitching offering of horror comedy.

Talking with Patrick Brice of THE OVERNIGHT, CREEP
Going into 2014’s SXSW, Patrick Brice was an unknown entity, opening the door for the horror knockout that was Creep. With Mark Duplass and an HD camera, Brice made one of the year’s best horror films with little to no dollar bills. All the more impressive is his follow-up, the hilarious and heartfelt The Overnight. With a bigger cast, more money, a formalized script and a sprig of confidence, Brice set out to out-do himself in every way possible. I sat down with Patrick for this two-part discussion of what is easily one of my favorites of the year. Join us as we talk about the transformation from first time director to Sundance sparkler, his desire to dip his toe into thrillers, the responsibility of doing bigger and better projects, pushing the boundaries of comedy, the potential of horror movies and those infamous penis prosthetics.

Talking With Pete Docter, Jonas Rivera of INSIDE OUT
For years, Pixar implied the highest standard in animation. A fifteen year run that spanned from Toy Story to Toy Story 3 included such classics as Monsters, Inc., Finding Nemo, The Incredibles, Up, Wall-E, Ratatoiulle. For most studios, that amount of #winning would be tantamount to a lifetime of work. And though Pixar’s latest efforts have been middling at best (the trifecta of Cars 2, Brave and Monsters University marked a major low point for the animation studio’s creative juices) Inside Out (full review here) has arrived to return the studio to its former glory. Read More

Out in Theaters: INSIDE OUT
It’s been five long years and three mediocre products since Pixar unleashed the beloved Toy Story 3, and years of bated breathe have contribution to the hot anticipation of their first original effort since 2012’s problematic Brave. The titanic mummer of Pixar’s throbbing heartbeat has been notably muted and palpably chunky over the last half-decade – the result of Disney dollars hierarchized above lush originality and narrative fervor. But with Inside Out, the Docter is in. Stethoscopes have been administered, a double bypass has been performed, the blockage has been loosened. In one fell blow, Pete Docter has served up a whopping Pixar masterpiece and restored the animation studio’s name to its former glory. All hail the king. All hail the Docter.

The Deepest Cuts: BAY OF BLOOD (1971)
The Deepest Cuts is a weekly invitation into some of the sleaziest, goriest, most under-explored corners of horror and cult film online. Every title will be streamable and totally NSFW. Whether it’s a 1960s grindhouse masterpiece, something schlocky from the 90s, or hardcore horror from around the world, these films are guaranteed to shock, disturb, tickle, or generally blow your mind.
The slasher film has a number of purported origins; the most common choices tend to be either Psycho (1960), the urtext for the modern horror film in general, or Halloween (1978), one of the most successful independent releases ever and the inaugural film of the so-called “golden age” of the slasher. More discerning viewers might suggest Black Christmas, an influential and especially watchable film that preceded Halloween by four years. But earlier than that, released in 1972, is Italian director Mario Bava’s proto-slasher masterpiece, most commonly known as A Bay of Blood or Twitch of the Death Nerve (though it has been released under, at the very least, six other titles).

Out in Theaters: DOPE
Forest Whitaker’s steely voiceover quickly informs viewers that Malcolm (Shameik Moore), the high top sporting protagonist of Dope, is a geek. Despite what Whitaker’s barely present narration may say, however, the truth about Malcolm is something much more complicated than that.