Tag Archives: Cinema

Film Treatment

Posted on March 26, 2017 by John Biscello

God in the small details, the Devil in the abstract— in between, Us, the stuff stars are made from, on the cutting room floor.

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Cinema

Posted on November 22, 2016 by John Biscello

When rooted squarely in the flickering center of your life as a mysterious cinematic expedition, duly resigned to the happy burning of chapters and missives, it is there and then that fascination, like a dimestore Virgil, takes curious hold, enacting … Continue reading →

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Faust

Posted on October 23, 2016 by John Biscello

In what historically qualified as the first Cubist new wave work of cinema, we now see that three heads plunged into an anus, while six fingers and a carpenter’s bruised thumb strummed a pot-bellied mandolin was, deconstructively, the only way … Continue reading →

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Spool

Posted on October 23, 2016 by John Biscello

Quartered and dissected in a recursive plunge, she, the candy striped It girl, fell from overexposed grace into a fractious spool of lost prints unclaimed.

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Dirty Dancing in the Dark

Posted on July 29, 2016 by John Biscello

   Brooklyn, the Walker Theater, 1987.    I am twelve and precariously balancing on the shoulders of Fat Brian.    Come on, you’re not getting any lighter, Fat Brian shouts.    I reach up and lock my fingers around the … Continue reading →

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Cursive

Posted on May 3, 2016 by John Biscello

Stars, ancient cinema illuminating a silent revival in cursive.    

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