The Wire 5.1-5.3


5.1 More With Less

I’m curious about how much of it is based off of real events. Writer Ed Bruns served in the Baltimore police department for 20 years and show creator/writer David Simons wrote for the Baltimore Sun for 12 years. I wonder because the opening scene of the film is so hilarious and absurd it seems like something only life could produce: homicide police BS a witness by hooking him up to a printer and tell him it’s a lie detector. Really? It’s so absurd it smacks of something that might have actually happened. Continue reading

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TV: The Wire Season 4


What about the kids? While there’s a lot going on in season four of The Wire, looking at the season from a whole, the story of the kids often eclipses many of the storylines in terms of power, potency and relevance. It’s a critical look without being cynical, a representation of an urgent problem without being alarmist. Continue reading

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TV: The Wire 4.12-4.13


4.12 That’s Got His Own

The Wire isn’t the kind of show to pull a bait and switch or a misdirect, so it’s surprising that this episode starts out with one. But in true The Wire fashion, when it does do one, it’s excellent. Michael being chased by Chris and Snoot turns out to actually be a training run. While Michael gets a taste for the game, Namond reaches the point of being sick of it. He’s not his father. Continue reading

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Published: Fiction Criticizing Reality


The first chapter of my thesis on Abbas Kiarostami is now published. The chapter looks at the films Close-Up, And Life Goes On and Through the Olive Trees and examines how the films blend documentary and fiction filmmaking in order to critique the idea of film capturing reality.

You can read it over at CINEJ Cinema Journal
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The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014)


Beautiful speeches are interrupted by spats of obscenities, a wonderful portrait is replaced with a gaudy sketch of two women fornicating, and a once glorious hotel ages into a gaudy mausoleum. At times, the liberal use of the vulgar and profane seems little more than a means to induce laughter. However, as the film develops, there becomes a point to it all, a beautiful, wondrous reason for all the dirty jokes and foul language. In the midst of all the obscenities, there is a man. Continue reading

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