julianne escobedo shepherd

HAHA dammit! I watch a lot less art films than I used to since Investigation Discovery (TM) was invented, though I really do love Bela Tarr, particularly Werckmeister Harmonies, which is beautiful and political. I’ve recently gotten into the very small repertoire of Whit Stillman, who is sort of an anti-Woody Allen in that he portrays super white yuppie NYC bourgeoisie of the 70s/80s with the knowledge that he is completely mocking all the blowhards he came up with, including himself (he is Mr. Harvard), which I guess is Woody-esque but Stillman doesn’t seem to want to perpetually kill himself. I’ve also been revisiting anime I haven’t watched since the ’90s: Akira kind of sucks? But Ghost in the Shell remains fucking awesome. This is obvious but Almodovar is my G, his woman-portrayals are sooo lovely and nuanced. Of the movies I own on DVD, most are like, subcultural gangster/violence/rap movies, though. Blood in Blood Out, American Me, Juice, Belly, you know. Oh and Frida. And Party Girl directed by Daisy von Scherler Mayer. OH also, if you wanna watch a fascinating early internet film about music fandom, obsession, and youth culture, I adore Shunji Iwai’s All About Lily Chou-Chou. WHAT ABOUT YOU THOUGH!