Beach Party
The moment at which the Anti-Anti-Utopian Generation grows up.
Semiotics in/of movies…
The moment at which the Anti-Anti-Utopian Generation grows up.
Pure Hitchcock: tragic and comic at precisely the same instant.
Half-wild denizens of “la zone” on the outskirts of a large town.
Sexy, thrilling, and — thanks to the sandwiches — very British indeed.
Viewers never question Deckard’s humanity… except, perhaps, during this scene.
In the existential jungle, empathy makes a man fitter for survival. But at what price?
In life, as in baseball, things can always get better. Or worse.
It’s not about right vs. wrong, it’s about wit vs. shit.
For one moment, it seemed as though the Eighties might turn out OK.
A non-compact topological group of bare-breasted women in G-strings.
How to survive not war, but peace, with one’s humanity intact?