"This video is a statement about Obamacare and healthcare in Amerika," says Troy before sheepishly admitting, "not really, but if I say that maybe some conservative weblog will repost it."
Our reviewer takes a look at Kirsten Johnson's stunning new documentary "Cameraperson", an intense look at the thin line between journalist and voyeur.
Doesn't Donald Trump seem like a fucking nightmare? A strange apparition that has long haunted our souls but is only now gaining power? Well, The Klute certainly feels that way.
The wonderful thing about being an unknown indie director in the movie industry is you have limitless potential to achieve the true creative vision of your film. Hosking’s visions are fucking disgusting.
It was kind of weird putting bodies in garbage bags. it’s not as easy as you would think, even though most of these animals were less than half my size. And corpses are floppy, which, when you’re trying to gracefully slide a creature that was just euthanized into a 40-gallon trash bag from Home Depot,...
Tucson is a weird place, a sanctuary for equally weird desert rats who presumably want the comforts of a city but prefer a certain level of isolation. And wouldn’t ya know it, a lot of the people who fall within that category happen to be musicians!
These images will make you nostalgic for a time you were never a part of and find yourself sharing something in common with a generation almost a century before.
Life, as much as drug abuse, benefits greatly from the virtue of delayed gratification, so as to most magnify the contrast between the altered state and reality itself. Otherwise, it becomes your subjective reality and loses its majesty.
You will need one ounce of diced prickly pear fruit, pulled with your hand from a cactus in a country not lush yet rampant with unseen life. (Just kidding, go to Food City.)
Even though their career only lasted seven years, Dara Puspita achieved something no other Indonesian women had done before them, and I doubt there have many who did the same after them.
It’s really, really difficult to find collections of older music made by Native musicians that aren’t just 14 flute songs burned onto a CD by white people and sold for their profit at the Grand Canyon gift shop.
