Category Archives: Film



Yipee ki yay, motherfucker.

A line that needs no introduction, surely, for it, like the bloodied bare feet, ze German bad guys, and Nakatomi Plaza’s 40 stories of terror, is just another well-greased cog in the singular action machine of DIE HARD. Considering it takes place on Christmas eve, it’s also a pretty good Christmas movie, I guess.

Directed by John McTiernan and released in 1988, the film pits Bruce Willis‘s lone-wolf-yet-John-Every-Man cop against a sinister German terror squad headed by the ever-enigmatic Alan Rickman. Rather than set the scene in the sprawling, gray “Europe” that the hundreds of movies featuring heavily accented terrorists seem to haunt, however, DIE HARD plays out in just one modern day (well, close enough) office building. While a lesser movie might have buckled under such close examination, the tight acting and claustrophobic cinematography means that the decrease in space only cranks up the heat.

If at this point you find yourself thinking, “well, you know, action films just aren’t for me,” and you have seen DIE HARD, OK, that’s fine. BUT if you’re thinking that and you HAVEN’T, well you best shut that mouth and get your ass over to the Somerville Theatre at midnight on 8/23 (technically 8/24), where it will be screening. Now hear me out, Ye high brow’d reader. I’m a dude who doesn’t like action movies. They’re dumb, they’re lazy, and they’re cheap in all the wrong ways. In fact, I can’t even remember the last action movie I saw. Oh wait, yes I can. It was DIE HARD. For the (probably) tenth time. Why? Because it’s smart, it’s not that lazy, and it is anything but cheap. It’s not just any action movie – it is THE action movie.

See for yourself this weekend.


8/23 – 11:59PM

Somerville Theatre
55 Davis Square
Somerville, MA 02144


Preview for Clerks for Boston Hassle


“I’m not even supposed to be here today.”

A timeless mantra relatable to anyone who has ever been mildly dicked over by bizarre coincidences in our ever callous universe. More than that, it’s also one of the most famous lines in a film full of famous lines – CLERKS.

Released in 1994 and directed by soon-to-be slacker god Kevin Smith, CLERKS managed to encapsulate both the 90’s and dead end jobs in its mere 92 minutes. More amazingly, it did so while appearing to never give a shit – a great irony, considering that Smith used every cent he owned/could dig up/could get by maxing out his credit cards (amounting to $27,575) in order to make the film.

Such a huge risk could have doomed the aspiring director to working the very same Quick Stop shown in the film (which was the actual Quick Stop he was employed by at the time) for the rest of his life, but fate – and both audiences and critics – spared him. The film was a hit, and Smith (along with many of the actors appearing in CLERKS) used it to launch one wild career.

CLERKS (1994) DIR. KEVIN SMITH [92 min]

6/19: 5:30pm $9 students, members and seniors / $11 GA
6/20: 3:30pm $7 students, members and seniors / $8 GA

Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
Remis Auditorium, 161
Avenue of the Arts
465 Huntington Avenue
Boston, Massachusetts 02115

Preview for Stop Making Sense for Boston Hassle



While music has seen some unexpected happenings over the past couple years (shit, it’s still hard to believe we got some new MBV), the chances of a Talking Heads reunion happening appear just slightly better than the chance of Elvis rising from the grave (or toilet or whatever). While things were rocky for a while, bassist Tina Weymouth accusing front man David Byrne of being “<a href=”; target=”_blank”>incapable of returning friendship</a>” (and whatever events led up to it) in 2004 seems to have been all there was left to say.

Though this is obviously a damn shame, perhaps a bit of comfort can be taken in knowing we have the next best thing: <a href=”; target=”_blank”>STOP MAKING SENSE</a>, nearly 90 minutes of Byrne and the gang performing at their absolute peak.

Over the course of three nights in late 1983, director <a href=”; target=”_blank”>Jonathan Demme</a> (future director of <a title=”THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS” href=”; target=”_blank”>THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS</a>, FYI) managed to capture the funky, spastic genius that had endeared the band to critics and audiences alike. Better still, the three shows used to shoot the film were part of the support tour for <a href=”; target=”_blank”><em>Speaking in Tongues</em></a>, an album which marked the band’s arguable high water point. AND EVEN BETTER STILL: it’s got Byrne in his <a href=”; target=”_blank”>big suit</a>.

Join the Brattle Theatre in celebrating this wonderful piece of work’s 30th anniversary this Friday.

<a title=”STOP MAKING SENSE @BRATTLE” href=”; target=”_blank”>STOP MAKING SENSE</a> (1984) [88 min.]
DIR. Jonathan Demme
5 PM // 7:30 PM
7/11 – $ome Co$t

<a href=”; target=”_blank”>Brattle Theatre</a>
40 Brattle Street
Cambridge, MA 02138



As things (US and global economy, congressional gridlock, global warming, other ughhh things) continue to get grimmer and grimmer, thinking back to that wonderful decade that I spent all of eight months alive for becomes rosier and rosier. From what I can remember from being an infant, (memories supplemented, of course, by ample amounts of movies and music), the 80’s was a time of stability and success, featuring kids with bad hair cuts skateboarding, awesome music from all genres, and a strong economy full of Gordon Gekkos.

Sure, the USSR was still kicking it back then, but “it” was so close to being “the bucket” that you had movies like Red Dawn fetishizing a Soviet invasion while a million Rambo knockoffs lonewolfed their way from the box office to Moscow and back. In fact, the 1980’s seem so chill that a plot centered around nightmares being the number one concern of both the free world and the President of the United States is practically believable. Which, in the case of 1984’s Dreamscape, is an extremely good thing, or else not a damn second of that movie could be taken without a shaker of salt.

Only joking! Of course nightmares aren’t the number one concern of the free world. Only the President’s nuclear holocaust ones are of any apparent threat to national security here!

Set at some point in the 80’s and possibly taking place in California, Dreamscape follows the exploits of Alex Gardner, a 20-something psychic played by Dennis Quaid doing his best wise-guy routine. Though his only psychic abilities appear to be picking winning horses at the racetrack and guessing what color is on the back of a card, the audience is led to believe he’s capable of much, much more.

How much more? Why, entering the dreams of others, for one! Or at least, he will be able to after he’s trained to, which is exactly why a team of scientists decide to kidnap him. The fact that this kidnapping saves Quaid from a gang of horse gamblers in the process is fortunate to both Quaid’s character and the audience.

After his rescue, the learning begins. Over a series of scenes that would have been better suited to a montage, Quaid jokes around as he goes through tests and lessons, falls in love with Kate Capshaw’s hot young scientist character, and plays the saxophone. Of course, Quaid also begins to uncover a political plot as well, the details of which remain (perhaps unintentionally) murky until people start getting killed.

Typical 80’s thriller fare, and none of it even particularly “thrilling.” In fact, nearly the only thing that manages to pluck Dreamscape from the list of movies set to be riffed on by the offshoots of Mystery Science Theater 3000 are the dreamscapes themselves.

Fun to watch and occasionally brilliantly shot, these dream scenes capture both the creativity and the authenticity of a dream in a way few movies have since. Forget the over stylized, BDSM and latex drenched dreams of The Cell and The Matrix (which, together withInception, clearly owe a large debt to Dreamscape), the dreams here are the real deal. At once lucid and surreal, they venture everywhere from a child’s nightmare to the wife of a middle-aged man cheating on him with practically every guy he knows. They only get better as the movie goes on, concluding in such an awesome way that I won’t spoil it, even if it is pretty predictable. All I’m saying is that Inception wasn’t the first to leave you hanging when it comes to dream movies.



Preview for The Shining for Boston Hassle


First released to a mixed reception in 1980, Stanely Kubrick‘s THE SHINING has since become beloved — at least as much as a horror movie can be. Come on, this isn’t THE BREAKFAST CLUB or STAND BY ME, people. Anyway, even if you haven’t seen it, you KNOW it, thanks to it being referenced by more films and TV shows than THE MATRIX and RAMBO combined (probably) as well as in a slew of top 10 appearances on Greatest Horror Films lists. It seems the only person still snubbing the film is source material author himself, Stephen King.

But whatever, his loss.

Starring Jack Nicholson at his most sinister and Shelly Duvall at her most helpless, THE SHINING tells the story of a family pushed to the limits of sanity. Stressed out and suffering from writer’s block, Nicholson’s Jack Torrence decides to pack up the wife (Duvall) and young kid (Danny Lloyd, whom Kubrick famously kept from knowing he was in a horror film) and ship off to take a job as a caretaker at a remote mountain hotel while it’s closed for the winter.

Snowed in and isolated, Torrence hopes to find inspiration and stress relief, but instead finds more stress… and booze… and a whole bunch of spooky ghosts. Driven into greater and greater mental anguish, Torrence begins to lash out at those he holds most dear.

Just in time for Father’s Day!

6/15 – 1PM, 4PM, and 7PM
$8 // $7 kids and seniors // $10 GA for 7pm screening

Brattle Theatre
40 Brattle Street
Cambridge, MA 02138