What is it about the very scrupulous DVD collector, or, maybe what we might call the very scrupulous DVD librarian? What is it that drives him or her—but let's face it, more often than not it's a him—to
Rudolf Klein-Rogge as Dr. Mabuse in Fritz Lang's Dr. Mabuse: The Gambler (1922).
These notes are for Bill Ryan. One would hope that for pretty much every cinephile reading this, the object announced above (from—you'd never guess—Eureka!/Masters of Cinema, Region 2 PAL U.K.) would
Maybe you see further than I can see, or maybe things just look differently. Maybe I'm nothing but a shadow on the wall. Maybe love's a tomb where you dance at night. Maybe sanctuary is an electric
Fritz Lang’s 1938 what’s-it is an ungainly but immeasurably pleasurable experiment.
The Details is a column that catches the small within the big, focusing on the individual elements that make cinema so expressive. *** One fascinating point made by Tom Gunning's masterful book The Films
It’s fascinating to learn of the movie-going tastes of Old Masters. Jean Renoir was a fan of Love and Death, King Vidor looked forward to seeing Deep Throat, Alfred Hitchcock watched Smokey and the Bandit
Fritz Lang's 1955 Moonfleet might seem the least Langian of his films, at least to judge by a synopsis of its scenario. A young orphaned boy seeks out "a friend," commended to him by his late mother
Gina (Lilli Palmer) in Fritz Lang's Cloak and Dagger (1946). Cinematography by Sol Polito.
The Crystals' "He Hit Me (And It Felt Like A Kiss)" was not quite the last gasp of a certain strain of masochism in popular culture...but it can be usefully cited as probably the last time said strain