Trying to imagine how this must have hit in 1985. You go to a Harrison Ford thriller and then for the first long stretch you get this quiet portrait of grief in an Amish community, followed by a child’s eye view of a horrific murder. And then here comes your guy, the biggest movie star in the world, barely glimpsed amid the noise and bustle of the investigation. And then finally you get to your police corruption actioner. Except hold…

When you’re starting to REALLY get into movies, like not just what’s available but Da Movies, you really cherish finding a hit of the hard stuff. Like when I browsed the import section at Mondo Kim’s and bought SAVE THE GREEN PLANET! on a whim because the cover looked insane and it turned out to be life-changing.

As a young man, watching a bootleg VHS of THE KILLER was like finding religion. It’s so sincere in its passions and so…

Fuck it, I’m proud of it.

A story about how capital won’t save you. But maybe a bowel disorder will. And I think that’s funny.

It turned out better than I could have imagined because of the extraordinary artists I got to collaborate with. JD, my astonishingly gifted co-director and editor. Mac, a brilliant, original and surprising writer. Brian, probably the best actor I’ve ever worked with, who drives me to do better at every turn. Redacted Heart, who gave…

There’s a shot in this movie that belongs in the hall of fame. It’s the scene when Peter, Moira and Wendy return to discover their kids have been taken. The three are framed through the broken glass of the front door. We see them notice it. Something is wrong. They approach the door to open it and as they do, the camera sweeps back to show that the wood has been clawed into. It’s dark in the hallway. Peter pivots…