Lecter’s Enduring Appeal

BY ANDREW MOODY Cannibal serial killer and psychiatric genius Hannibal Lecter first emerged in Thomas Harris 1980 novel Red Dragon and probably remains the most iconic literary character of the 20th century. It wasn’t until Jonathan Demme’s 1991 classic The Silence of the Lambs (the novel was released three years earlier) that Lecter gained rockstar status and became the most influential villain in American art … Continue reading Lecter’s Enduring Appeal

Anger

BY ANDREW MOODY Born in 1927, occult filmmaker Kenneth Anger (author of the famous Hollywood Babylon, a document of early celebrity scandals that has since been widely discredited) has made 40 films since 1937, including the notorious Lucifer Rising whose music was created by (recently dead) neo-Nazi Charlie Manson family killer Bobby Beausoleil. Anger, (born Kenneth Anglemyer) is an adherent of Aleister Crowley’s Thelema, inspired … Continue reading Anger

Remembering Welles

BY ANDREW MOODY “He was some kind of a man,” an ageing Marlene Dietrich quietly states as the corrupt, overweight cop played by Orson Welles is shot to death at the end of the director’s expressionist inspired film noir Touch of Evil (1958). According the preface of Simon Callow’s epic three volume biography of Welles, in 1962 (and already an overweight, depressive chain-smoker) the director … Continue reading Remembering Welles

The Last Rock Band

BY ANDREW MOODY Recently added to Netflix was Nirvana biopic Montage of Heck, a film that redefines the misery, addiction and depression usually associated with lead singer Kurt Cobain. Written and directed by Brett Morgan, the extraordinary celebration of Cobain’s life is comprised of animated shorts, surreal, grunge era stock footage, talking head narration and glorious footage of both early, formerly unseen and also classic … Continue reading The Last Rock Band

On Wolf of Wall Street

BY ANDREW MOODY When I first saw Scorsese’s drugged up, delirious masterpiece in Bromley cinema, the reaction was interesting to say the least. City boys (who seemed to comprise the majority of the audience) felt like they’d finally found a film that represented their lives. But a man in a McDonald’s uniform looked like he had inadvertently walked into the seventh circle of hell, and … Continue reading On Wolf of Wall Street