“Life after the final bell is the subject of Rod Serling’s screenplay. Anthony Quinn’s performance is as oversized as his fists yet impossible not to adore, with Mickey Rooney’s weary cornerman seeing the inevitable, heartbreaking ending coming even before we do. By then the cloud of shame emanating from Gleason could block out the sun.” – WBUR’s The ARTery, 08/30/2018

“Watching it again recently I found all of Coppola’s cornball flourishes to be rather endearing, even generous. It’s a teen movie that doesn’t condescend to kids, but translates their tumultuous emotions onto a giant canvas in a larger-than-life Hollywood vernacular that went out of fashion at least twenty years before the picture was even made.” – WBUR’s The ARTery, 07/31/2018

“This is one of Lee’s most dynamic pictures, so electric and overflowing with energy it’s damn near exhausting. There’s a reckless vitality to the filmmaking, as if Spike’s as surprised as we are that such a sordid tale would wind up being released by Disney over Independence Day weekend and knows he won’t be getting away with anything like this again.” – WBUR’s The ARTery, 07/04/2018

“An extravagantly stylized pulp burlesque that is at once an objectively lousy picture and just about the coolest damn thing I’ve ever seen. The pompadours are the size of skyscrapers and every street is lined with neon signs reflecting in the gutters. It’s the kind of movie where two guys have a sword fight with sledgehammers, because it looks awesome.” – WBUR’s The ARTery, 06/20/2018

“Abel Ferrara’s 1992 masterpiece is a howl of anguish from the gutter. It’s a movie of wall-to-wall depravity and profound spiritual longing, at once one of the dirtiest and most deeply religious pictures I’ve ever seen. It’s probably blasphemous but also agonizingly sincere, the work of genuinely tortured artists trying to make sense of a fallen world.” – WBUR’s The ARTery, 05/03/2018

“Paris, Texas is an almost impossibly perfect title for a film that filters American western iconography through the distinctly European lenses of Wenders and his brilliant cinematographer Robby Müller. This boldly elemental picture is like The Searchers with busted neon highway signs, full of magisterial landscapes as craggy as the face of its star.” – WBUR’s The ARTery, 04/05/2018

”eXistenZ is a sicko comic puzzle picture, with a labyrinthine conspiracy plot existing mainly to prop-up the filmmaker’s heavily sexualized gross-outs. Leigh in particular is a stitch, constantly kicking off her shoes and playing most scenes in a breathy, erotic thrall. The moment Law tongues the orifice in her back is brave even by this fearless performer’s standards.” – WBUR’s The ARTery, 03/15/2018

“It’s an awful shame because as a kid, the Academy’s Lifetime Achievement awards were how I learned a lot about film history, and they inspired me to seek out movies older than myself and begin to understand that art exists in a continuity. Now instead we have time-suck stunts with Ansel Elgort and a six-foot submarine sandwich.” – WBUR’s The ARTery, 03/05/2018 

“Lady Bird is terrific. It’s the best possible version of that movie you can make. I don’t think Greta Gerwig gets as much credit as she should for her direction. The movie is paced almost like a screwball comedy. It flies. I’ve had dumb conversations with people who say the camera doesn’t move enough, as if directing was just acrobatics. There’s a lot more to it.” – Boston.com, 03/02/2018

“The phrase conjures black-and-white visions of Venetian blinds and countless cigarettes, allegorically exposing male anxieties of powerlessness in a changing post-war world. The MFA’s ‘Femmes Fatales’ is a fine selection if you want to study advancing gender roles in genre cinema, and works just as well if you like to go to the movies to look at beautiful women.” – WBUR’s The ARTery, 02/28/2018