It’s been a stinking hot ass summer in NYC (as usual) and I live in a fifth-floor Alphabet City walkup. Even with a brand-spanking new air conditioner, it’s stuffy in here! So I escape the heat by schlepping, panting and slicked with sweat, into movie theaters to try to soak up the not-quite-free AC. This … Continue reading
“I’M A STAR!” Mia Goth’s psychotic stardom-reaching farmer’s daughter Pearl bends at the waist in her scarlet red version of Margaret Hamilton’s nefarious cyclist Almira Gulch’s high-collared dress in The Wizard of Oz and howls that line from the depths of her soul. Pearl has just attempted a rousing half-imagined bomb-strewn trenches boogie, a kind … Continue reading