Freak Orlando

After searching for years in vain for a copy of Ulrike Ottinger’s Freak Orlando (1981) – an apocalyptic cinematic epic of the exceed

Sometimes I find myself appreciating a filmmaker and his craft, even though I sense an innate distaste, if not downright hatred, for their character and overall essence as an individual. For...

Part love letter to the icon masterpieces of German expressionist cinema, most specifically Paul Wegener’s Golem trilogy ( The Golem

Aside from the fantastic first four feature-length freak flicks directed by kraut mischling auteuress Ulrike Ottinger ( A Ticke

Admittedly, pirates have never really floated my boat and I certainly cannot think of films as extravagantly aesthetically repellant

When I first learned that guido giallo maestro Dario Argento’s arguable magnum opus Suspiria (1977) was being remade, I was not all that surprised considering even the most idiotic...

If there ever was a small and palatable sample of the aesthetic Weltanschauung of high-camp excess, preternatural divas, and disco

With his unfinished Marxist Mexican celluloid odyssey ¡Qué viva México! (1932), homo Bolshevik auteur Sergei M. Eisenstein ( Batt

While my appreciation for Bavarian auteur Werner Herzog ( Nosferatu the Vampyre , My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done? ) has somewh

If you’re an American leftist filmmaker and you’re looking to make a film denigrating your homeland, France is probably the best