Yakmala: Flashdance

The neck hole was that big for her giant ‘80s hair. In 1983, everybody saw Flashdance. Fucking everybody. Well, not me, because I was too young, but everyone else. It captured the zeitgeist — hell, it created large chunks of it — of the transformation of the grimy early...

Lifetime Theater: Seeds...

I get obsessed with strange things. What usually starts as an ironic interest, say, in Scandinavian symphonic metal or Stephenie Meyer’s four book treatise on the desirability of an abusive relationship, can sometimes morph into, if not sincere admiration, something approaching bemused...

A Lifetime Roundup

It’s the week after Comic-Con and I’m still recovering. It sounds to me like it’s time for everyone to learn a few lessons about life, taught by the network who took that as their name. That’s right. It’s time for Lifetime Theater. An Amish Murder: Two great tastes that taste...

Now Fear This: Insidiou...

She’s mostly worried about tall ghosts. Even by my own nebulous and frequently-violated rules for this particular feature, Insidious was a weird choice. I can’t properly justify it, beyond the fact that I really enjoyed the film, especially as a departure from a pair of creators...

Yakmala: Battle of the ...

We lost a lot of good men on that hill. I always thought of breakdancing as something existing in the increasingly graying depths of my youth in the ‘80s. I figured it went the way of crimped ponytails, wearing eight pairs of socks at once, or Walter Mondale. Turns out, breakdancing is...