Tag Archives: silent film

Lulu in Hollywood

Posted on December 16, 2021 by John Biscello

By cyclical turns, she burned silver into stock– Lulu’s lasting surge.

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Shutter

Posted on December 16, 2021 by John Biscello

Witness to a claim, Pandora’s box-cutting gaze– hope at the bottom.

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Moonstruck

Posted on June 2, 2019 by John Biscello

Coming attractions– The moon, starring in its own epic tome to film.

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Fear and Loathing in Golgotha

Posted on May 1, 2019 by John Biscello

Beatitude earned by way of human cruelty– The head count, shameful. (Film still from The Passion of Joan of Arc)

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Buster’s Blues

Posted on April 4, 2019 by John Biscello

At the fool’s margins, ceremony gives due pause for a life well-worn.

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Cadenza

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

Some death is musical, a candied apparition scalding the bones of Venus in soft chambers of silk and notes of smoldering silence.

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The Passion of Joan of Arc

Posted on April 17, 2018 by John Biscello

(Review of The Passion of Joan of Arc, the silent film classic, which is celebrating its 90th anniversary.) Celebrating its 90th anniversary, Dreyer’s film remains starkly modern in its composition and complexion, fixed in an otherworldly and hallucinogenic present. Jean Cocteau … Continue reading →