The Feature Retired, Fifteen Netflix Reviews before


Before the Flood

You rated this movie:

Oh dear, the ostriches dig their heads deeper, sand scratching sclera, instead of appraising the media. Five stars for urgency. One does not need to be a trained musician or artist to make a documentary about classical music or cubists; that’s where previous study and interviews come to the fore, from an almost ubiquitous chorus of EXPERTS that say that the majority of current climate change [moving at lightspeed compared to those ice core snapshots of climate cycles on geological time scales] is, indeed, manmade. Some flatlanders may never believe in roundness, even after viewing an arc for themselves, after rides to the edge of space soon become available; such is the nature of delusion.


A Very Murray Christmas

You rated this movie:

Very sly, honest, asymmetrical joy—Christmas askew. Some sincere carols, but most are quirky. Murray always interests.


The Tiger

You rated this movie:

Are curmudgeon critics enamored with the word “glowing” ? The reason for the glowing reviews is because it glows. Acting. Pacing. Effects. Grit. Plot. Editing. Well, a list that glows. Come to think of it, the tiger did kind of levitate:  I’m ok with that. Documentaries are real, fiction is fiction. Expectation therein.



You rated this movie:

The very opposite of “Daemonium,” splendidly done — very entertaining and thought provoking. No spoon-feeding here, imagination required. Wonderful performances and direction. Endings ? O, the modern crowd, “2001: A Space Odyssey” would not have a chance these days. If the movie was tied up in a nice bow at the end, I guarantee most would forget the film in minutes; as it is, it crawls around your noggin for a while and may remain.


I Am the Pretty Thing That Lives in the House

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A spectacular spectre film that experiments with structure, frames within frames, circular and open-ended. It’s like decay viewed within golden amber, so beautifully does the movie unfold like a flower destined to “fall apart.” Particularly, much of the dialogue is lyrically succinct, mesmerizing. For the (many it would seem) detractors of this understated gem, as Charley Sheen said in Two and a Half Men [S1E7], “I understand.”


The Tribe

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I endured this to the end. I do not recommend that you do the same. This movie is just terrible. Unless you fancy queasiness induced by witnessing depraved humans acting out. The director favors nihilism distilled in long, unblinking shots that study humanity’s bestial edge. Pointless, banal misery despite the sign-language gimmick posing as edgy.


The Forbidden Room

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There are so many classics and masterpieces available during one’s short stay; why squander precious hours on a movie that only aspires to be completely different, that’s the nutshell of the approach. The senses and contemplation of each person must name that which is art. Alas, the language of this film is foreign to my ears. It exists for those who find continuity disheartening and embrace the quantum uncertainty of packets of jest dribbled indeterminant on a roll of celluloid, then edited in the manner of a lead guitarist that gets all shake-weight orgasmic with wah-wah, fuzz and feedback effects as his fingers speed pointlessly up and down scales, instead of serving a holistic product to delight the audience. Enjoy a dose of modernity !



You rated this movie:

Excellent film. An aesthetic tied-bow closing is not required, and many times counterproductive. A meditation on the human condition. Well-made in all respects. Art !


Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

You rated this movie:

Spectacular film. Everything is done spot-on. A film that makes you treasure life, the thousands of small joys that fill everyone’s, if they’d pay attention. Cathartic for the 9-11 national loss, but with affirmation to continue on. Thomas Horn’s performance was tremendous; it goes in my list of great young performances; The Whale Rider’s Keisha Castle-Hughes comes to mind. Well, I’m off to to get the book to read. In short, this movie is highly recommended: it visits most human emotions with aplomb.



You rated this movie:

Work of art ! I heartily concur with the 5-star crowd. The gulf between haters and lovers always baffles. I just wish more films had this level of direction, acting, and cinematic realization. That, my friends, is where the accolades come from. A gem.



You rated this movie:

A striking film. An aesthetic gem that drips noir starkly into cerebral action. The bold animation explores ethical questions typical of science fiction that promises to become the science of tomorrow, sooner rather than later. The solid plot entertains well enough; however, the animation contains enough imagination and competence to recommend it alone. So, to sum up: fantastic art with stylistic rendering, plus a compelling story, sound, and voice acting.



You rated this movie:

Beautiful and quirky. Looks like a love-it-or-hate-it movie by the ratings; reminds me of the critical split for “Blue Velvet.” Answers in nightmares. I love the dangerous kids across the lake and the child vampire.


Robot & Frank

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Beautiful movie where Frank Langella shines. The movie touches on: the sadness of mental reality ebbing away before the body does; the nature of relationships with artificial intelligence; and the cost and benefits of crime. Besides, Susan Sarandon is always a bonus to any movie she is in.


Citizen Kane

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Astonishing ! The greatest movie ever made is a mystery about loss, self-exile and the limits of wealth. A tragedy with comedy. A mystery about a single word that may sum up a person’s life. Mercurial and perfectly balanced. A mythic masterpiece that embodies all cinematic elements with aplomb: screenplay, cinematography, music, acting, direction, editing; and, more than anything: innovation. Welles flawlessly achieves overall composition with many standout scenes, yet never losing focus on the fall of one man. Monolithic.



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“Life isn’t linear, it’s sideways.” — Nicolas Roeg Roeg’s movies study the human condition in montage. The jump cuts reveal continuity in apparently disparate events, insightful planning from the director. Fine film for aesthetes.

Six Words







never . . .


yes no
maybe sometimes
always never.


//Lloyd Schwartz//

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THE meek


Fury cavorts like river dancers
raging like fire or whitecaps: the tips
bullwhip crack, erasing graph edges.
The spleen full of purple blood pulses;
the liver floods the ducts with black bile;
and the heart breaks for the defenseless.
The strong have the edge, double-bladed;
in Darwinian darkness: Gnostic
sin that darkens all molecules.
Magma percolates under the crust,
explosive din of ancient belief,
thinking that volume overpowers
justice; however, the meek gain numbers
and sponsors exponential for progress
into starshine that banishes shadow:

the meek will—finally—inherit the Earth.

*[ WSB ].

Outside Your Faith


outside your faith.
Stop peacock strutting
and ram butting.
Tis the season to
study the thousands of I-am iambs
about-face, and the buzzing
extant; cults cutting each other:
no reason, just rant.

What is your judgement ?

Rabbits wrapped in magic
habits numerous,
numinous but misgiven,
circumspect of standing erect:
kneeling to much,
feeling and such,
|dead before living|
the wind from the veil
arrecting melenky hairs;
the fabric lifting: untouched.

You may judge harshly,
—heathen, heretics against heaven,
heresiarchs—, darkly.
As the chronicles of history
[by troth, a pamphlet
drawn up from the edges of rivers
and metallic ages
—dipped from conquistador inkwells, never
tipped by broken quills, those who fell—]
page past sound scrutiny,
even if found lacking

semicolon however comma

once free of the liturgy
sacred, formal;
gods of thunder storming,
naked nymphs transforming,
sky chariots warming:
mountains and volcanoes,
rivers and seas,
the moon and the sun—
physics and phenomenon:
various normal.

Without the shield of myth
circumspection circles
the seared lobes
of the hoodwinked;
condenses and soaks
the desert cracked.
Left.                                 Alone.
In the moment,
the scene green.           Now,
                                          In the beginning . . .

*[ WSB ].



eashells on the seashore
tell of sea swells
and fish that soar
                                          and swish
with the flash of a tail.

*[ WSB ].



by golly,
nigh gully
cutting a
swampy lie.
spiky with
knobby husk,
body burly
full of knots,
wobbly top
softly sighs,
topsy boughs

*[ WSB ].



Horns do not blare in the early bluster
that switches papered leaves from birthright rest.
Popcorn trees stir in the bleating woodwind
fore the gusting fanfare of carnivore.
Clouds like witches soar across the Worm Moon—
crow-shine dance—from caverns come nightcrawlers:
a sacrifice. Hoofbeat aft the curtain
rising: the steeds blaze from the underworld.
Dusk entombs the dark stillness of winter,
as the night-song quiets before the dawn
of spring that will color the bleak landscape
when life teems within the eye of Horus.

*[ WSB ].



“Crest”: Vermillion Whimsy [2022]

First the scarlet cardinal,
the father, we peddle;
then the little poof
clambering aloof:
who turns out
cardinal, the slightest
of crests atop his
peeping crown,
no red feathers yet,
just drabby down.
Then comes the squawk
as my daughter scoops
him from the nature walk.

Housed in a previous cage
piping hungry with rage,
more feathers tube out,
as he flits about:
with tail sprout,
and chirps cracking songbird,
soon to be colored,
face blacked out.
Bird is the watchword
for turnabout
from net to nest:
will there be visits
or just question-mark reds?

*[ WSB ].

Flying Saucers, Mostly


The fairy-blue book fell
into the rose well,
fathoms deep.
Lore rises on the smell,
yours to keep.

Like a flying insect,
it hovers exact,
darts around
sharp-angled in aspect.

metallic mandala,
sometimes a cigar,
yields crop art
and third-kind encounters
probing arse.

Worshippers in tin foil
testify piecemeal
of cabals
masking aliens real,
scales and all.

*[ WSB ].