I met Francesco Rosi. The Italian director came to my film school at the North Carolina School of the Arts during the turn of the century. He was coming to Winston-Salem as primarily a guest of Wake Forest University, but screenings were being hosted at our giant movie theater. At the time, I had graduated … Read more
There are films you defend because they are secretly masterpieces. Then there are films you defend because they are deeply stupid, gloriously excessive, and made by people who understood the sacred cinematic principle that if a giant sea monster is eating rich people and pirates on a luxury cruise ship,
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