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Woman in the Dunes
Long considered one of the best art-house films ever made, Hiroshi Teshigahara’s 1964 film is a truly intoxicating work of both philosophical and existential genius; a rare and unparalleled achievement in tactile cinema. A school teacher stumbles across a house at the bottom of a sand pit in the middle of the desert. When invited to stay the night, he awakes to discover that the ladder he used to descend has been taken away and that he and the woman living alone in the house are now trapped and expected to shovel sand for the other villagers. The black and white cinematography captures the shifting sand of the desert as if it were alive and the dark sensuality presented through the emotional and physical captivity is both haunting and tangible. Thank God someone made movies like this one.
The Hills Have Eyes 2
If you’re into really gross things like monster rape, and bloody naked chained-up chicks giving birth to mutant babies and shit, then you will love this movie so much. It comes pretty close to perfection. The acting is phenomenally sub-par, the gore is on point, and the idea of taking the military to a horror movie is always awesome. Aliens style, you know? But ten times gorier. Awesome.
Premonition
Man, are you serious with this movie? Could you make a movie any more predictable and worthless? You all know the plot. Sandra Bullock wakes up and her husband is dead, then she wakes up and he is alive again, wakes up and hes back to dead, and blah blah blah. For some reason her mind is messing with her, and she’s living in the past and then the future, but the days kind of alternate. Yeah, so who wants to put money on Sandra being responsible for her husband’s death in the end? Really? Everyone? Yup, it’s a complete joke… But hey, reeeeally great symbolism in this movie. For real guys, A+.
Factory Girl
Again with the bio-pic problems…the embellished and inconsistent stories of dead famous people made by dingalings who rework the truth to make a better movie. The only reason to watch this cliched and untrue story is for Guy Pearce as Andy Warhol. Sure Edie Sedgwick did drugs and the art world is full of vampires, but having Hayden “I Ruined Star Wars“ Christensen as an unnamed Bob Dylan when Dylan himself has continually denied any relationship to Sedgwick is just stupid and unnecessary. You can usually determine the quality of these movies by whether or not the filmmakers get rights to original music. Here there is no Velvet Underground nor Dylan, and that should tell you something.