The Silver Tongued Devil’s Last Ride

Kris Kristofferson casually performs the song "I'd Rather Be Sorry" on an acoustic guitar with Karen Black inside his apartment home studio.

| Matthew Tchepikova-Treon | Have you ever been hungover in church? That particular feeling is what Kris Kristofferson’s album The Silver Tongued Devil and I sounds like. Or it’s how I’d describe it anyway. Sweat, salvation, and self-loathing, but in a fun sorta way. Because by Sunday night you again remember… Continue reading

More “Fuckin A!” Moments in Action Movie Music (A Bio-Mechanical Examination of the AMS-80)

Illustration of a DX9 synthesizer against a laser-like blast of yellow, purple, and orange light.

|Matthew Tchepikova-Treon| For the inaugural 1980s Action Extravaganza, three years ago now, I wrote an ode to a few particular moments from action movie soundtracks that, by sheer musical force, can compel moviegoers to exclaim aloud, “Fuckin A!” This year, inspired by… Continue reading

Testament: Motherhood & the Bomb in 1980s Suburbia

An old television set’s screen is black, with the word “ALERT” going across it in big white capital letters. To the left and running behind it is the bottom of a white window sill with white curtains with daylight behind them. Below this, to the slide and slightly in front of the corner of the TV is a record player, the other half of which is cut off by the frame.

|Penny Folger| Bleak Week, which began at the American Cinematheque in 2022, partially as an ironic response to the pandemic, has now spread globally and is making its triumphant return to Trylon Cinema. This time with Testament, the story of a family in a small town on the outskirts of San Francisco in the aftermath of… Continue reading

The Apocalyptic Subjectivity of Come and See

Boy leaning against dead cow in foggy field.

|Jackson Stern| To call a film totally immersive is to imply that there isn’t almost always some sort of invisible barrier between the viewer and the images projected on the screen. Something happens in the space between the light’s reflection and the eyes of its observer that dilutes perception to the point where even the most painfully… Continue reading

Kinuyo Tanaka, Oharu, and the Written Women of Mizoguchi

Oharu (Kinuyo Tanaka) laying with a somber look on her face.

|Dan Howard| Just two years before her death, Kinuyo Tanaka gave an interview for the 1975 documentary Kenji Mizoguchi: The Life of a Film Director. It was during this interview that Kaneto Shindō, the director, inquired about the rumor that Mizoguchi was secretly in love with her and never confessed his feelings. Tanaka, while flattered… Continue reading

Party at the Czech Death Temple, 1969 

High angle black and white shot of a family of four outside in a park. The father and the mother are looking directly into the camera, their children (son and daughter) are looking down. They are dressed in fine clothing, suits and blazers, and there is a gated off bush behind them.

|Finn Odum| It’s 10:30 p.m. on a Tuesday.  The lights in your apartment are dimmed. There’s a migraine kicking in, and your insomnia is fighting the sedative in your medication just long enough to keep you conscious. You’re aching for the sweet release of death sleep—but you know that if you try to lay down… Continue reading

The Tribe: Nothing New Under the (Bleak) Sun

Film Poster for The Tribe, showing a stack of overlapping transparent B/W images of one young man, one young woman, and multiple hands making signs. All images aggregate in the middle, where the film's title appears, subtitled with "Love and Hate need no translation."

|Olga Tchepikova-Treon| As far as I’m concerned, every week at the cinema should be Bleak Week. Well, not every week, but let’s say maybe 40 out of 52 weeks of the year could easily be Bleak Week, and it would be wonderful, cathartic, exhilarating, moving, and maybe even sublime. I like Bleak Week, and bleak movies in general, for mostly… Continue reading

Zodiac: A Meditation on Obsession as Addiction

Graysmith (Gyllenhaal) and Avery (Downey Jr.) sit at a desk in the San Francisco Chronicle's bullpen in Fincher's Zodiac.

|Allison Vincent| I love both David Fincher movies and movies about tracking and apprehending serial killers. I also love a good true crime doc. My Netflix recently watched is filled to the brim with multi-episode rundowns of both the most well-known offenders as well as the bizarre… Continue reading

The Transformative Power of Girl on Top: Death, Sex, and Agency in The Terminator

Sarah Connor and Kyle Reese have an intimate conversation in the Tiki Motel

|Chelli Riddiough| The Terminator isn’t a very horny film, unless you’re into feathered mullets and homicidal Austrians. But inside this ‘80s action thriller lives a love story, and not one, but two, very weird sex scenes. That’s enough to catapult it into a genre I call “cyberspunk.” When The Terminator begins, our protagonist… Continue reading

Shark Cents: Deep Blue Sea’s Place in the Value of Warner Bros. Discovery

|Ben Jarman| Memories of Deep Blue Sea’s initial release still stick with me even though I never went to see it. I remember the smart shark gimmick and Samuel L. Jackson yelling, “Just what the hell did you do to those sharks!” in the trailer. I also remember… Continue reading

“I’m Mad As Hell!”Network And The Profits Of Rage

Peter Finch as Howard Beale standing in front of a bank of clocks, sweaty and angry, his hands in the air, yelling.

|Wil McMillen| Network plays in at the Trylon Cinema from Friday, March 27th, through Sunday, March 29th. For tickets, showtimes, and other series information, visit trylon.org. My first day as a national news photographer was December 19, 1998, one of the most important and crazy days that nobody ever talks about…. Continue reading

Toward a Cinema of Noise: Demonlover (2002)

Diane (Connie Nielsen), a woman with short brown hair, reclines on a couch and looks at the viewfinder of a digital camcorder. Her mouth is slightly open in an inscrutable expression of engrossment. She holds a cigarette between her fingers.

|Natalie Marlin| Noise was roiling in Olivier Assayas’s blood as the 20th century neared a close. At the end of his 1996 film Irma Vep, the director of the film-within-a-film has disavowed his initial attempt at a conventional filmmaking style. The star has left the picture. The narrative is… Continue reading

They Live in the Twin Cities

John Nada (Roddy Piper), a white adult man with a dark blonde mullet hair cut, wearing a plaid short, is looking up from his dark sunglasses. He is standing in front of a news stand.

|Lucas Vonasek| John Carpenter’s They Live (1988) begins bleakly. Train horns moan as they clatter along the rails, surveillance helicopters chop through the air above in staccato, and smog drapes a city dominated by monolithic buildings clad with corporate logos. These structures… Continue reading

The Badlands of Downtown LA

Emilio Estevez’s character “Otto” takes a stroll through the chaotic nightmare of Downtown Los Angeles”

|Brogan Earney| If you’re like me and you grew up in Minnesota in the 90s or early 2000s, then we can all agree that Gordon Bombay was the shit. I first saw the Mighty Ducks films when I was 6 years old, and I quickly latched onto the character and looked up to his methodology, and I wasn’t even a hockey player. Over time, I realized that… Continue reading

The Tragedies Play Well: Akira Kurosawa’s Three-Time Love Affair with Shakespeare

A petrified Shirai (Kō Nishimura) holding his briefcase with Nishi (Toshiro Mifune) observing from his desk.

|Dan Howard| Before anything was “Lynchian,” “Altmanesque,” or “Kafkaesque,” it was “Shakespearean.” For the last four centuries, William Shakespeare’s deep-seated insight into the emotion and moral complexity of the human experience continues to enthrall audiences to this very day. Every actor… Continue reading

Shout Out to Ellen Ripley: How Regular Heroes Inspire Us in Our Darkest Times

Ellen Ripley stands holding Jones the cat against the backdrop of spaceship mechanicals.

|Allison Vincent| When I initially pitched this idea for Alien to Perisphere, I intended to write a snarky, humor-laden essay about the trope of smart women who are ignored in horror/sci-fi films until the very loud, usually mustachioed men who did the ignoring succumb to their dumb, … Continue reading

A Lengthy and Mundane Explanation of the Fashion Hierarchy of Men in Brazil’s Well-Oiled Government Machine and Absolutely, Positively, 100% Nothing Else

A group of six looming, smirking white men in light grey, pinstripe suits looking into camera. The central man is agape in frustrated anguish.

|Zach Staads| If you really want to make a statement, affect some real change and be an upstanding, ambitious member of the bureaucratic body that keeps the lights on*—you should know the importance of bureau fashion and the importance it plays in… Continue reading

Human Enough

A shirtless Roy Batty (Rutger Hauer) holds a dove on a rainy rooftop

|Harry Mackin| “Did you ever take that test yourself?” Whenever an institution of power has wanted to exploit, enslave, or just murder another group of people, they’ve gotten away with it by convincing everyone else that group isn’t really human. There have been… Continue reading

I am the One and Only: Moon and the Advent of Loneliness 

Image of a beige robot. There is a screen that shows drawings of eight people like a virtual meeting. All of them are named Sam.

|Nicole Rojas-Oltmanns| In 2020 when COVID-19 shut down most of our social connections, I, like many caregivers, was the opposite of lonely. While so many were alone at home, I was inundated with constant human interaction. While I had purpose… Continue reading

“That Means You Don’t Talk”: Michael Mann’s The Insider

Jeffrey Wigand (Russell Crowe) records his whistleblowing interview for 60 Minutes in Michael Mann’s The Insider (1999).

|Steve Rybin| Four years separate Michael Mann’s crime drama Heat (1995) and his next movie, The Insider (1999).  While Heat’smonumental pairing of Al Pacino and Robert De Niro is considered by many to be the highlight of the director’s career, The Insider remains the Mann film… Continue reading

The Art of the Reference in Who Framed Roger Rabbit

Detective falling with rabbit & mouse.

|Jackson Stern| I remember when I was eleven or twelve and I watched Who Framed Roger Rabbit for the first time. Around the age of ten, I caught the cinephile bug after discovering classics like King Kong and Casablanca but before that Continue reading

Michael Clayton and Tony Gilroy’s American Conscience

A cold, lit up jumble of New York skyscrapers at night, shot from overhead, just close enough to get a hint of the activity that populates the office behind each window.

|Ryan Sanderson| Michael Clayton plays in glorious 35mm at the Trylon Cinema from Sunday, March 1st, through Tuesday, March 3rd. For tickets, showtimes, and other series information, visit trylon.org. “You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size… Continue reading

Loc-Nar Never Stood a Chance

Image from South Park’s satire of Heavy Metal (1981), titled “Major Boobage." Kenny McCormick rides on a satirical dinosaur-bird with a satirical maiden of Taarna behind him. Her boobs are on Kenny's head. They are flying in the bright, blue sky above a desert mountain landscape.

|Elizabeth Mathers| My (unknowing) introduction to Heavy Metal (1981) was South Park’s Season 12, Episode 3 “Major Boobage.” An absolutely transcendent piece of comedy. I know others also took this episode as an entry point into finding one of the greatest animated films. Heavy Metal is the gift that keeps on giving—great art,… Continue reading

The Gift That Keeps on Giving: Black Christmas and the Creative Continuum of Holiday Horror

A young woman wearing a yellow, collared shirt and dark vest looks out a door decorated with a wreath and glowing red lights.

|Andrew Neill| My first experience of cinematic horrors shattering the porcelain white purity of the holidays had to be The Nightmare Before Christmas. Six-year-old Andrew was not prepared for Santa to be kidnapped by demonic trick ‘r treaters and tortured by the Oogie Boogie Man, a sentient bag… Continue reading

The Wicker Man: The Sources for an Insular Folk Horror 

A procession of wildly dressed people weave through a Stonehenge-like structure.

|Sophie Durbin| The Wicker Man begins like a typical “everyone in this town is hiding something” crime story. Sergeant Neil Howie arrives by seaplane to the fictional Hebridean island of Summerisle to investigate the disappearance of a young girl. He discovers that the locals, who seem ordinary at first, … Continue reading

Echoes of the Past: Let’s Scare Jessica to Death and the Haunted Heroine Archetype

A headache = a brunette woman rubbing her temples with both hands

|Courtney Kowalke| Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

Or did I? Do you believe everything I write in these reviews? Do you take me at my word when I mention details from my life, or is there a sliver of doubt? Do you know who I am offline? When I’m not the person behind the keyboard telling you… Continue reading

Low-Down Horror :: Keep Screaming, Blacula

Blacula, a black vampire, looms over a raging fire pit with fangs and eyes highlighted in white and outlines of a cape fluttering on his sides. An assortment of smaller-sized characters with green skin and purple dress surrounds the fire, and two female characters, white with red hair on the left, and black with dark afro hair on the right, encircle the green-skinned characters. The film's title appears in bold red and white letters to the right of the image against a black background.

|Matthew Tchepikova-Treon| The following assertion is perhaps already an old saw by now, but still I think it bears repeating from time to time: The notion of “elevated horror” is pretentious AF. It’s a crass moniker meant to distinguish horror cinema’s more prestigious vendibles from… Continue reading

“This is no dream! This is really happening!”: Rosemary’s Baby’s Horrific Reflections of Female Subjectivity in 1968 and Present-Day America

Rosemary, a light-skinned young woman with short blonde hair, cradles her knees bending forward while sitting on a stool in front of a television that shows a burlesque dance sequence. The TV glows blue, and the room she is in is draped in beige-patterned curtains, framing tall windows that show heavy rain outside.

|Jillian Nelson| When Rosemary’s Baby released in 1968, conflicts over women’s rights raged on as second-wave feminists battled governmental restrictions that seeped into interpersonal relations. Birth control pills had only just been made legal. New York had recently… Continue reading

Rosemary’s Baby: The Anatomy of a Satanic Impregnation Scene

A close up of Rosemary lying on her back, looking at the ceiling, unclothed in the chamber.

|Sophie Durbin| take so much pleasure in every rewatch of Rosemary’s Baby that it often feels more like I’m visiting old friends, not watching one of the scariest films of the twentieth century. I love the pink font used in the title sequence, the New York Christmas scenes, the way… Continue reading

Spirits of Light, or: Theatrical Lighting in Movies Makes Me Happy

Center, a woman stands, arms outstretched to her sides, in a translucent kimono. Right, a man’s hand lurks in silhouette.

|Zach Staads| I’ve used this quote at the top with almost no context for where it comes from or what it means. I’m not even checking to see if the person who quoted this is correct, and that this is something Kurt Vonnegut said or wrote. I quote it to illustrate how… Continue reading

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Hippie Road Trip Masterpiece (Film as a Self-Care Text About How It’s Totally Fine to Go No Contact With Your Family)

An utterly gruesome pair of fetid dead bodies lashed together and perched on a tombstone, in the arid Texas sky

|Phil Kolas| Pulled pork tacos were a poor choice. That was my first thought when I started this movie. After the opening flash photography montage depicting half-decomposed human bodies, leading into the zoom-out reveal of… Continue reading

Massacre for Sale: Houses on the Market Right Now That Look Like the House from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Under a bright summer sky, a young woman approaches an intimidating, two-story house with white siding

|Ben Jarman| Last week I learned about the fate of the original house from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. It appears the house was cut into several pieces in the ‘90s and transported to a town 60 miles away. The house is now a restaurant in Kingsland, TX. This revelation is… Continue reading