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Drive Angry/Faster/My Soul to Take/I Spit on Your Grave (2010)
When will disreputable nihilism become boring? Hopefully never. But there comes a point where self-satisfied nastiness taken to an extreme needs a little bit of flavor to distinguish itself. Patrick Lussier’s Drive Angry tries to spice things up with its effective use of 3D and by cobbling together as many exploitation clichés as possible: the […]
A podcast with Jordan Brady, the director of I Am Comic: Part II
Here is part II with Jordan Brady, stand-up comic, and director of the new documentary on stand-up, I Am Comic. While this podcast was recorded at the same time as part I (which you can find here) and it’s not required to listen to it to understand part II. You’ll probably be confused though, so […]
A podcast with Jordan Brady, the director of I Am Comic: Part I
Though this may seem like a normal podcast for A Regrettable Moment of Sincerity, it’s actually unique for a few reasons. First, because the interview with I Am Comic director and stand-up comedian Jordan Brady went on for more than 3 hours, I’ve split it into two parts (part II is here). Second, because I’m […]
Quantum of Solace
One of the most amusing things about the influx of Bourne-style action movies is that it puts the filmmakers in a peculiar bind. The Bourne films take themselves very seriously, but amidst their constant globetrotting (I’d imagine Jason Bourne manages to fill up even his fake passports with travel stamps), they tend to stay in […]
Cohen and Tate
The career of writer/director Eric Red fascinates for a number of reasons. But mostly because he melds the mystical and vague with utter incompetence. Red got his big break with his screenplay for The Hitcher, a combination of ridiculous 1980’s action, mysterious psychopath slasher film, open road spareness, and narrative incoherence mistaken for open-endedness, all […]
The Informers
I’ve never had a pony. I’ve never seen one do tricks. And yet, I somehow know what a one-trick pony is. I think the pony’s name is Bret Easton Ellis. Ellis, a showoffy, limited writer, revels in the shallowness of early-to-mid 1980’s Los Angelinos, had been adapted for the screen three times previous to The […]