Bitching about the lack of serious avant-garde film criticism is among my favorite pastimes. And many friends seem to agree. So bitch no longer (or at least not quite so loud) because Michael Sicinski offers some of the best, most knowledgeable and perceptive criticism of A-G film I've seen in ages. And I'd say that even if he wasn't so unaccountably charitable toward my movies.
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