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...constant melancholy of the film—ironically tempered only by lively and high-spirited interviews with Dominique himself, forever employing flamboyant gesticulations and smoking a pipe—allows for little surprise when the final tragedy of Dominique’s own death appear in full brutality on screen. He was gunned down in 2000 by a gunman employed by one of Aristide’s associates...

Author: By Travis R. Kavulla, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Film Review: Agronomist | 4/30/2004 | See Source »

...intriguing premise of the ethical and practical debate surrounding cloning is abandoned early in the film in favor of amateur suspense sequences culminating more times than not with the requisite bloodied hand reaching out toward the audience and ripping screams from the terrified child on screen. The only truly eerie parts of this film are the uncanny similarities to the “X-Files” theme song constantly reiterated throughout the score...

Author: By Regina C. Schwartz, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Film Review: Godsend | 4/30/2004 | See Source »

...unimaginative screen writers leave no generic demon flick cliche unused; terrified children bang on windows, creepy red-lighted darkrooms, chases through the woods and a Tituba-esque majestic coerce shrieks from the audience...

Author: By Regina C. Schwartz, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Film Review: Godsend | 4/30/2004 | See Source »

...vehicle and any stranger could sneak up on you unsuspectingly. Perhaps it’s the fact that you can sit there through the whole film talking to your companion without anybody throwing popcorn or shushing you. You can even yell all you want at the idiot characters on screen as they stupidly “go through that door.” To be sure, you can do all that in the comfort of your own home, too, and at least then you wouldn’t have to put up with the tinny factory speakers inside your...

Author: By Benjamin J. Toff, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: My Last Picture Show | 4/29/2004 | See Source »

Perhaps it’s end-of-the-school-year, beginning-of-the-spring-nostalgia that explains my newfound appreciation for drive-in culture. Too often at Harvard we think everything we do must be on the level of a 32-screen megaplex with stadium seating, but there’s no shame in enjoying a dilapidated drive-in from time to time. After all, the opportunity to go back in time is rapidly disappearing...

Author: By Benjamin J. Toff, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: My Last Picture Show | 4/29/2004 | See Source »

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