Tag Archives: film

Moby

Posted on September 9, 2026 by John Biscello

Scraps, tatters, and the deluge of mindfill flickering, animating, and magnetically assembling your rumored origins into chamber cinema– you, and you alone watching the graffitied runes of a life, or many lives, curated, transcribed, and projected onto an empathic white … Continue reading →

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Cinema-Scope

Posted on September 8, 2026 by John Biscello

Engraved in the shadows of cinema I found myself watching myself circled by ghosts whose bluest breath of want revived me in mercurial doses. I knew that if I kept watching I would go on. The question then became not … Continue reading →

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For Page and Screen

Posted on August 8, 2026 by John Biscello

It was fun having an in-depth conversation on craft, creative process, and the writing life in For Page and Screen’s Summer Interview Series.

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Frame

Posted on May 22, 2026 by John Biscello

Sepia scraps of filmreel burnt around the edges flickering to animate and revive the magnetic shavings of a life soundly projected. The genetics of cinema are always hard at work in the nimble and forgiving dark.

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Micro-Film

Posted on March 5, 2026 by John Biscello

Modeling tense pause in a suspended sentence– noir, titled: Breathless.

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Bela Tarr

Posted on January 6, 2026 by John Biscello

A nod and farewell to master Hungarian auteur, Bela Tarr (July 21st 1955 to January 6th 2026) who brought the barbiturate art of “slow cinema” to a whole other level of gravity and existential molasses. His seven-and-a-half hour magnum opus … Continue reading →

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Where the Sidewalk Ends

Posted on November 30, 2025 by John Biscello

To no longer have memory is to exist in a state of vulnerable grace. It is the tenuous grace of having to function in the immediate present, the source of our greatest agitation, without referential orientation to archived past or … Continue reading →

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Cinema

Posted on November 24, 2025 by John Biscello

   If cinema is a tomb, then let us die watching. The angel over my shoulder is hunched, opaque, morphing.    None of us ever leave behind the darkened theater. We are here, always. Sanctuary, haven, enclave, respite, sitting tight … Continue reading →

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Furies in Chaos

Posted on November 2, 2025 by John Biscello

Candice Louisa Daquin’s insightful review of The Last Furies published in the November issue of Synchronized Chaos (an interdisciplinary journal of art, music, culture, science, and literature). Excerpt from the review: “Viola felt as if she were watching a scene … Continue reading →

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Vertigo

Posted on October 3, 2025 by John Biscello

From the “Polaroid Noir” series

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