Max Fischer all grown up, has become Steve Zissou.

I’m sure many will dismiss this as “Minor Anderson, popular in schools” but there’s such ache beneath the surface of these ornate compositions and perhaps overly articulate performances. Forget trying to work out the machinations of the financial scheme, and you’ll find yourself along for a romp and on the wavelength of a man working — even if unintentionally — to bring his family back together, and to understand why his…

Third watch, and I now see ‘The Concrete Masterpiece’ as the film peaking a tad early before zig-zagging on and off the wavelength I’d like it to be on. Somewhere around the one hour mark (roughly the second half of ‘Revisions to a Manifesto’ –which I was a lot more sour on this time– and the first half of ‘The Private Dining Room of the Police Commissioner’), I found myself a little exhausted by all the nesting dolls. 

But then,…

This is a hard one to talk about without spoilers, so I’ll say this as a precursor: I’m bitter that I can’t recommend this film and you should all see Monster instead for something actually inventive & genre-breaking whilst maintaining a piercing balance between intensity and (earned) intimacy.

On to Femme itself, I feel a little insane for not liking this film as much as the many overtly positive reviews it is currently receiving, so I’m very glad that I spoke with some…

A HALF-ED DREAM (unrateable)

I the first time I ever looked through a kaleidoscope as a kid, I couldn’t believe my eyes at the shapes and colours I was seeing. For a few minutes, every which way I looked, I was bewildered at how human hands could have made something so beautiful and magical. Eventually though, I ran out of combinations to view and once the novelty wore off, I moved on to find something more substantive to look at (which,…