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The Ambassador of Filth
25 years after the release of Pink Flamingos, filmmaker John Waters remains the authority on all things low. 
From Nowhere to Here
A conversation with Nowhere's James Duval. 
Hold on to your hats, cinema fans! Coury Turczyn dares to find Box of Moonlight less than completely magical. 
Demi Moore shows her muscles in G.I. Jane. 
While Mimic hints of Kafka-esque themes, it's really just about our revulsion for cockroaches. 
A Chef In Love
The latest arthouse offering from France is a tasty treat. 
The cold world of cyberspace is keeping alive warm memories of the drive-in. 
Feminism and the boob tube. 
Reviews of Animal Farm, Babe, and Streetfight (all video). 
This week, Creature From Black Lake and Transvision Vamp: If Looks Could Kill get the couch potato workout. 
Videos a Go-Go
Every week, we dish up a movie genre for your enhanced rent 'n' view pleasure. 
Jesse Fox Mayshark
Hard news and squishy gossip from the local and national film scene. 
Devin D. O'Leary
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Volume I, Issue 13
September 2 - September 8, 1997
hen I woke up this morning, for some reason I thought, "You
know, it seems like a good day for interviews with people involved
in offensive low-budget filmmaking." Funny, isn't it? Usually
I just think, "God I hate that alarm clock beep" or
"Boy my breath stinks," but today was different. And
do you know what? When I came into work, sure enough my desk contained
interviews with John Waters and actor James Duval.
I must be psychic, because somehow I knew Waters would say "I
think porn is the only reason possibly to have a television,"
or defend his thin mustache by saying "Any good taste needs
a little bit of vulgarity to make it stylish." And I just
knew Duval, the young star of director Gregg Araki's obnoxiously
in-your-face films, would explain the nuances of lines like "Excuse
me for saving your ass twice in the same night, you fucking furry
tuna-taco" and discuss his big break playing a teenager in
The E.S.P. didn't stop there, for as I touched my mouse I was
jolted with the knowledge of film reviews as yet unread. I envisioned
a critique of Tom DeCillo's Box of Moonlight that said
in spite of misplaced magical realism, the movie has enjoyably
offbeat moments to spare. Then my mind became briefly aware of
a negative look at G.I. Jane, citing the bluntness of Demi
Moore's "Suck my dick" line, and an even worse opinion
of A Smile Like Yours, blaming the flick's failure on its
inherently unfunny infertility-clinic premise.
Like Christopher Walken receiving a premonition in The Dead
Zone, the epileptic epiphanies didn't stop there. Visions
of a Mimic review told me the film's cockroaches get less
scary as they become bigger and easier to see, and a flickering
glimpse of an article about A Chef in Love left the words
"a tasty treat" imbedded in my consciousness for several
lip-smacking hours afterwards.
Things get hazier from there. I vaguely recall a young writer
waxing nostalgic about his love of drive-in movie theaters, and
then listing web sites in honor of their forgotten contribution
to American culture. His voice faded out, only to be replaced
with the pleasantly hopeful notes of a lady discussing the rise
of women characters in American television shows, from Mary Tyler
Moore to Roseanne and Murphy Brown, to the entire female cast
Before I awoke with my head resting on a drool-stained
keyboard, I caught sight of some strange mini-columns. These odd
little scribblings compared president movies like Murder at
1600 and Absolute Power, contrasted pig movies like Animal
Farm and Babe, or commented on the activities of actress
Fairuza Balk (who recently opened an occult bookstore) and Kids
actor Brendan Sexton Jr., who got in trouble for licking the glass
windows at a posh restaurant. Whew, looks like my premonition
ended just in time.
If you're one of the few who didn't think Volcano blew, The Lost World
bit, or The Fifth Element was one element too many, here's the forum to
defend your opinion--crazy though it may be.
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sure what to rent at the video store? Enjoy reading several
contrasting opinions of the same film? This is the place for
you. Hundreds of reviews lie at your fingertips, sortable by
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