Harsh Times
Harsh Times
Film review by: Witney Seibold
“Harsh Times” is a horrid movie. What was Christian Bale thinking? Read more »
The Beach Party at the Threshold of Hell
The Beach Party at the Threshold of Hell
Film review by: Witney Seibold
There’s a lot here, so follow closely.
We Own the Night
We Own the Night
Film review by: Witney Seibold
“We Own the Night” is essentially four movies in one. I’m going to give away some minor plot details, but nothing too dramatic.
Babel
Babel
Film review by: Witney Seibold
“I think that if someone has so much trouble communicating with others, the least they can do is shut up.”
-Tom Lehrer Read more »
The Black Dahlia
The Black Dahlia
Film review by: Witney Seibold
If this world is destined for another “Showgirls,” it will surely come from Brian De Palma. Read more »
Hollywoodland
Hollywoodland
Film review by: Witney Seibold
George Reeves, famous for playing Superman on the classic television series, may have killed himself on June 16th 1959. There is some ambiguity as to what happened the night he was found dead. Was he killed by a jealous fiancée? Was he accidentally shot? Or did the pressure of being pigeonholed into a role he didn’t really like playing finally take its toll? Read more »
Deliver Us from Evil
Deliver Us from Evil
Film review by: Witney Seibold
Oliver O’Grady is a kindly Catholic priest who worked among several parishes in Northern California back in the 1970s. He was polite, trustworthy, cared personally for many of his congregants, and would even come to their houses to perform housework, babysit, and give general spiritual advice. Read more »
The Darjeeling Limited
The Darjeeling Limited
Film review by: Witney Seibold
Kinda funny that the word “limited” is in the title, as director Wes Anderson seems to be constantly showing off the limits of his range. Read more »
About the author.
When Witney Seibold was about 10 years old, he got in trouble for spitting on a new car. Witney wants his teachers and classmates to know that he was not a mean-spirited or unhappy child, and only did this to make his fellow classmates laugh. His classmates were, you see all merely pretending to spit on the line of new cars they were walking by, and Witney thought he could do them one better by actually doing it.
When thinking back on it, he realizes that some poor schmo working at the new car lot would have had to clean his spit off of the car. He apologizes to his classmates (who probably were more shocked than amused), his teacher (who was certainly not at all amused), and especially the unseen car lot attendant, armed with the Windex and paper towels, who was probably cursing his job as he had to lean over and touch a stranger’s saliva. I’m very sorry.
