February 2003 Archives

A preposterous sequel that offers no real justification for its existence.

It’s hard to make a definite statement about a film so intent on being dreamlike and intangible, on a genre film that’s anything but.

The premise itself, about a man who is slowly dying and the girl that he falls in love with, would seem prone to sappiness.

I think my feelings for Volume Plus Volume are best expressed in a 5-part series of haikus.

Guthrie’s understated blend of pure pop with experimentalism calls to mind the work of Sufjan Stevens.

Jessica Peters balances her electronic and acoustic leanings with considerable skill.