<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 18:46:57 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Pocket Cinephile</title><description>Capsule Reviews for the Serious Cineaste</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>247</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-6859856744338690544</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 05:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-21T21:37:08.107-08:00</atom:updated><title>Avatar, James Cameron, 2009</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cinematropolis.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/avatar_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://cinematropolis.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/avatar_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James Cameron's big tent epic is best represented as a roadside attraction, and as spectacle it does impress.  Narratively, Cameron draws from similarly pitched assimilation yarns (most specifically Kevin Costner's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dances With Wolves&lt;/span&gt;), but unfortunately hangs his film on a rote, malnourished thesis of eco-advocacy and anthropological protectionism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-6859856744338690544?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar-james-cameron-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-4320448728559369851</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 17:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-20T09:16:19.923-08:00</atom:updated><title>Los abrazos rotos (Broken Embraces), Pedro Almodovar, 2009</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://agridulce.com.mx/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/cartel-los-abrazos-rotos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://agridulce.com.mx/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/cartel-los-abrazos-rotos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simply put, Almodovar re-confirms his standing as a contemporary master with this yarn of guilt, performance, and longing.  Aside from an assured wrangling of the film's many-headed plot, the director paints every inch of his frames with a precision that lays plain an incredible skill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-4320448728559369851?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/12/los-abrazos-rotos-broken-embraces-pedro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-1742661771307133644</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-16T21:15:50.498-08:00</atom:updated><title>La Mujer sin Cabeza (The Headless Woman), Lucrecia Martel, 2008</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cidinet.eu/images/posters/636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.cidinet.eu/images/posters/636.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the course of three remarkable features, Lucrecia Martel has proven a master of hazy, somnambulant tones, an approach that is perfectly fitted to this elliptical pseudo-mystery.  Maria Onetto is thrust into the foreground (both literally and figuratively) as the much troubled Vero, and her expressive, often expressionless, performance provides a canvas for the director's suggestions and innuendos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-1742661771307133644?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/12/la-mujer-sin-cabeza-headless-woman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-2184833347281081657</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 06:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-18T16:36:29.803-08:00</atom:updated><title>A Serious Man, Joel and Ethan Coen, 2009</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kKjMWJrdyLA/Sywf9QDaXdI/AAAAAAAAADc/Cv4aENrHEd4/s1600-h/a-serious-man1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kKjMWJrdyLA/Sywf9QDaXdI/AAAAAAAAADc/Cv4aENrHEd4/s200/a-serious-man1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416739588961623506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Coen Brothers' filmography is littered with overmatched protagonists pitted against ever-worsening odds, a thematic trend carried through in this, their latest film.  Here, the filmmakers' near-hapless hero is viewed through a religious (mid-century Judaism), rather than geographic, lens, and while the Coens' stylistic senses are as sharply tuned as ever, the almost clinical distance they maintain from their characters renders the film cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-2184833347281081657?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/12/serious-man-joel-and-ethan-coen-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kKjMWJrdyLA/Sywf9QDaXdI/AAAAAAAAADc/Cv4aENrHEd4/s72-c/a-serious-man1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-632704345245773811</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 05:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-13T21:57:37.851-08:00</atom:updated><title>Der Baader Meinhof Komplex (The Baader Meinhof Complex), Uli Edel, 2008</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bullybloggers.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/baader-meinhof-complex_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://bullybloggers.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/baader-meinhof-complex_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As with Steve McQueen's similarly unfulfilled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hunger&lt;/span&gt;, Edel's intentionally interchangeable revolutionaries simply never resonate.  And while the RAF's monotonous campaign of violence (carried out, incidentally, by a gaggle of machine gun toting bombshells to make Russ Meyer blush) is played for the absurdity it would ultimately represent, such a pat subversion is unsatisfying after 140 minutes of shrill, abject terrorism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-632704345245773811?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/12/der-baader-meinhof-komplex-baader.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-3152834961051000597</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 06:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-08T22:16:16.195-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Hurt Locker, Kathryn Bigelow, 2008</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://danielstrauss.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/the-hurt-locker-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://danielstrauss.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/the-hurt-locker-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Following in a straight line from the revelatory, war-defining combat films of Samuel Fuller, Bigelow's equally relentless and unapologetically non-contextual film seems poised to stand as the authoritative soldier's-eye-view document of contemporary, post-millennial conflict.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-3152834961051000597?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/12/hurt-locker-kathryn-bigelow-2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-5841583787203902434</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 01:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-05T17:14:07.357-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call - New Orleans, Werner Herzog, 2009</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/bad-lieutenant-port-of-call-new-orleans-poster_517x764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/bad-lieutenant-port-of-call-new-orleans-poster_517x764.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Herzog, operating within the skeleton of a police procedural, and directing as if from the unconscious, unleashes a manic, magnetic Nicolas Cage in an unsettling and wholly absurd world of the director's making.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-5841583787203902434?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-lieutenant-port-of-call-new-orleans.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-3253022398048479764</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 07:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-29T23:20:14.587-08:00</atom:updated><title>Mammoth, Lukas Moodysson, 2009</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/mammoth_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/mammoth_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As if taking faulty cues from the overly calibrated plotting of Guillermo Arriaga, the typically sure-handed Moodysson here draws too many neat, simplistic lines between his myriad narrative strands.  Complicating matters further are the lifeless, precious characters charged with navigating the director's dead-eyed scenarios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-3253022398048479764?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/11/mammoth-lukas-moodysson-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-4073137503820817443</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 03:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-06T09:28:34.057-08:00</atom:updated><title>Antichrist, Lars von Trier, 2009</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/04/28/antichrist-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/04/28/antichrist-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Antichrist is a veritable black hole of psychological tumult and visceral eruption oddly married with cabin-in-the-wood slasher film conventions.  Lars von Trier's characters, however, are too narrowly drawn to bear the weight of such ravenous activity.  The director's own staging of Euripides' Medea is a far more fully realized portrait of unfettered, vindictive angst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-4073137503820817443?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/11/antichrist-lars-von-trier-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-5425201955506558160</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 08:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T08:16:11.713-08:00</atom:updated><title>Trash Humpers, Harmony Korine, 2009</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.meniscuszine.com/film/nyff09/trash-humpers-20090929/TrashHumpers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://www.meniscuszine.com/film/nyff09/trash-humpers-20090929/TrashHumpers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Korine's is a baldly experimental, near-confrontational primal scream of a film.  The director commits wholly to a primitivist film-as-found-object conceptualization, relentlessly suppressing the notion of artifice throughout, and, in turn, producing a highly artful and expressive work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-5425201955506558160?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/11/trash-humpers-harmony-korine-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-5773235705703028123</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 06:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T22:31:48.645-08:00</atom:updated><title>Das weisse Band (The White Ribbon), Michael Haneke, 2009</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.traileraddict.com/content/warner-bros-pictures/whiteribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.traileraddict.com/content/warner-bros-pictures/whiteribbon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haneke turns a sharply critical (and sumptuous) eye on pre-War Germany in this deliberately paced cultural indictment.  The director's austere relation of severe, near-Calvinist village life is exacting, but at times undermines his film's narrative tension in its coldness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-5773235705703028123?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/11/das-weisse-band-white-ribbon-michael.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-8496298729755616457</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T11:05:30.837-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Roost (with Prey), Ti West, 2005</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kKjMWJrdyLA/Su3boMWnYMI/AAAAAAAAADU/113JJGoVrjE/s1600-h/584d71b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kKjMWJrdyLA/Su3boMWnYMI/AAAAAAAAADU/113JJGoVrjE/s320/584d71b9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399213011844423874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;West's first feature length foray into horror, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Roost&lt;/span&gt; has an undernourished narrative and is noticeably hamstrung budgetarily, but nonetheless showcases the director's deft handling of real-world thrills.  Likewise, West's student film &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prey&lt;/span&gt; (included in The Roost's DVD issue) is a more than capable execution of a single, terror-filled sequence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-8496298729755616457?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/11/roost-ti-west-2005-with-prey-ti-west.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kKjMWJrdyLA/Su3boMWnYMI/AAAAAAAAADU/113JJGoVrjE/s72-c/584d71b9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-44805121613161394</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 06:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T23:48:20.043-07:00</atom:updated><title>The House of the Devil, Ti West, 2009</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kKjMWJrdyLA/St6uo3_2Y0I/AAAAAAAAADM/CjA96lY3e60/s1600-h/house-of-the-devil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kKjMWJrdyLA/St6uo3_2Y0I/AAAAAAAAADM/CjA96lY3e60/s320/house-of-the-devil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394941420886188866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In an era of garishly over-styled horror films, West's satanic chiller is endlessly refreshing.  The film wrings its near-constant restless mood from an unsettling scenario, efficient plotting, and smart, loaded compositions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-44805121613161394?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/10/house-of-devil-ti-west-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kKjMWJrdyLA/St6uo3_2Y0I/AAAAAAAAADM/CjA96lY3e60/s72-c/house-of-the-devil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-6200609288341188901</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T08:14:48.240-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pocket Cinephile - Horror 2009</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bq_KVjOVu4/RyhpnMf0x0I/AAAAAAAAAls/K4tI8VyWn-0/s400/142224__texas_chainsaw_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bq_KVjOVu4/RyhpnMf0x0I/AAAAAAAAAls/K4tI8VyWn-0/s400/142224__texas_chainsaw_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we've done &lt;a href="http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/03/pocket-cinephile-horror-essentials.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;, Pocket Cinephile has taken much of this month off to catch up on some of our favorite horror films, both old and new.  Here's a list of what we've been watching while the leaves turn and the air crisps.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie, Brian DePalma, 1976.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poltergeist, Tobe Hooper, 1982.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night of the Living Dead, George Romero, 1968.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, Tobe Hooper, 1974.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Children, Tom Shankland, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Changeling, Peter Medak, 1980.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of the Dead, Georeg Romero, 1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near Dark, Kathryn Bigelow, 1987.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil Dead II, Sam Raimi, 1987.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-6200609288341188901?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/10/pocket-cinephile-horror-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4bq_KVjOVu4/RyhpnMf0x0I/AAAAAAAAAls/K4tI8VyWn-0/s72-c/142224__texas_chainsaw_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-8457480982914335117</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 05:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-17T14:14:44.708-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Children, Tom Shankland, 2008</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.horror-movies.ca/albums/userpics/poster_thechildren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.horror-movies.ca/albums/userpics/poster_thechildren.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shankland's film is taut, intense, and genuinely chilling.  While certainly underwritten and suffering from some muddled story logic, this snowbound terror mounts enough moments of legitimate, well-wrought fright to make it worth the effort and Shankland a director to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-8457480982914335117?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/10/children-tom-shankland-2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-7208465208055496021</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 18:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-16T11:43:33.178-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sneak Peek - Herzog's Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call, New Orleans</title><description>This is the second clip we've seen from Werner Herzog's forthcoming re-imagining of 'Bad Lieutenant.' Suffice it to say that both clips are high on intensity and long on lunacy, with Cage channeling his inner Kinski. In short, we can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://creative.myspacecdn.com/design/tools/customPlayer/customPlayer.swf?m=aHR0cDovL2xhcmdlYXNzZXRzLm15c3BhY2VjZG4uY29tL2NyZWF0aXZlL2hkL2JhZGxpZXV0ZW5hbnRyZWRiYW5kLzQ1NjU0NjU0Ni5mbHY%3D&amp;t=BAD%20LIEUTENANT%3A%20PORT%20OF%20CALL%20NEW%20ORLEANS%20Clip&amp;h=false' bgcolor='#000000' width='300' height='188' name='customPlayer' allowScriptAccess='always' allowNetworking='true' allowFullScreen='true' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer'/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-7208465208055496021?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/10/sneak-peek-herzogs-bad-lieutenant-port.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-2322281704199550355</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 05:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-06T23:08:31.306-07:00</atom:updated><title>Stellet licht (Silent Light), Carlos Reygadas, 2007</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moviemachine.nl/images/movies/stellet%20licht%20poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.moviemachine.nl/images/movies/stellet%20licht%20poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Invoking by turns Malick's painterly compositions, Bergman's stark solemnity, and Dumont's agrarian primitivism, Reygadas' metaphysical domestic tale is a striking, singular, and difficult work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-2322281704199550355?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/10/stellet-licht-silent-light-carlos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-8805927843835735583</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 04:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T21:48:17.499-07:00</atom:updated><title>2000: A Decade in Film</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.reverseshot.com/files/images/pre-issue22/29palms08.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 139px;" src="http://www.reverseshot.com/files/images/pre-issue22/29palms08.preview.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we approach the end of the aughts, an unquestionably great decade for cinema, here are 40 films from the decade we here at Pocket Cinephile think will stand the test of time:   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Twentynine Palms, Bruno Dumont, 2003 / France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Zodiac, David Fincher, 2007 / USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mulholland Dr, David Lynch, 2001 / France, USA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, Andrew Dominick,  2007 / USA, Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Le voyage du ballon rouge (Flight of the Red Balloon), Hou Hsiao Hsien, 2007 / France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Das Leben der Anderen (The Lives of Others), Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck, 2006 / Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Vicky Cristina Barcelona, Woody Allen, 2008 / Spain, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Junebug, Phil Morrison, 2005/ USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Cache (Hidden), Michael Haneke / 2005 / France, Austria, Germany, Italy, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. La niña santa (The Holy Girl), Lucretia Martel, 2004 / Argentina, Italy, Netherlands. Spain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. All the Real Girls, David Gordon Green, 2003/ USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Elephant, Gus Van Sant, 2003 / USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm Not There., Todd Haynes, 2007 / USA, Germany &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Gosford Park, Robert Altman, 2001 / UK, USA, Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. No Country For Old Men, Joel and Ethan Coen, 2007 / USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Sous le sable (Under the Sand), Francois Ozon, 2000 / France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Y Tu Mama Tambien, Alfonso Cuaron, 2001 / Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Before Sunset, Richard Linklater, 2004 / USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Fa yeung nin wa (In the Mood For Love), Wong Kar Wai, 2000 / Hong Kong, France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Inglourious Basterds, Quentin Tarantino, 2009, / USA, Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Elsker dig for evigt (Open Hearts), Susanne Bier, 2002 / Denmark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You Can Count On Me, Kenneth Lonergan, 2000 / USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Hable con Ella (Talk to Her), Pedro Almodovar, 2002 / Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. 25th Hour, Spike Lee, 2002 / USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The Man Who Wasn't There, Joel and Ethan Coen, 2001 / UK, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Japon, Carlos Reygadas, 2002 / Mexico, Germany, Netherlands, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Manderlay, Lars Von Trier, 2005 / Denmark, Sweden, Netherlands, France, Germany, UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. The Saddest Music in the World, Guy Maddin, 2003 / Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Miami Vice, Michael Mann, 2006 / Germany, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Melinda and Melinda, Woody Allen, 2004 / USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Ocean's Eleven, Steven Soderbergh, 2001 / USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Kill Bill, Quentin Tarantino, 2003-2004 / USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. The Aviator, Martin Scrosese, 2004 / USA, Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Amores Perros, Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu, 2000 / Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Brokeback Mountain, Ang Lee, 2005 / Canada, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Dogville, Lars Von Trier, 2003 / Denmark, Sweden, Norway, France, UK, Finland, Germany, Netherlands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Harry un ami qui vous veut du bien (With a Friend Like Harry), Dominik Moll, 2000 / France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Police Beat, Robinson Devore, 2005 / USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Dans ma peau (In My Skin), Marina de Van, 2002 / France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Open Range, Kevin Costner, 2003 / USA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-8805927843835735583?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/10/2000-decade-in-film.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-3006614583820752824</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 04:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T21:47:19.788-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sunshine Cleaning, Christine Jeffs, 2008</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.icelebz.com/movies/sunshine_cleaning/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.icelebz.com/movies/sunshine_cleaning/poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeffs' drama is neither gritty nor lighthearted, and it's that lack of commitment that renders her film workmanlike and flat.  The generally reliable Amy Adams seems, for once, stretched in her role as a downtrodden single mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-3006614583820752824?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/10/s.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-6760405185211217044</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 04:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T08:42:46.887-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Invention of Lying, Ricky Gervais &amp; Matthew Robinson, 2009</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/I/Invention_of_Lying/posters/The%20Invention%20of%20Lying%20movie%20poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/I/Invention_of_Lying/posters/The%20Invention%20of%20Lying%20movie%20poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The directorial debut of Gervais, an otherwise talented comic, writer, and producer, is nothing short of a colossal failure.  Baffling story logic, nonsensical plotting, and general ineptitude on most every level make this high concept fable an excruciating undertaking.   What's more, the directors borrow Woody Allen's patented Windsor serif font for the credit sequence, an unforgivable offense given the waste that follows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-6760405185211217044?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/10/invention-of-lying-ricky-gervais.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-2944488753261493305</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 21:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-12T10:33:18.466-07:00</atom:updated><title>Coming Soon - Harmony Korine's ' Trash Humpers'</title><description>A look at the brutally disturbing trailer for PC favorite Harmony Korine's latest, Trash Humpers:&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OPl-O0Z5hys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OPl-O0Z5hys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-2944488753261493305?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/09/coming-soon-harmoy-korines-trash.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-7019619908148003314</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 19:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-07T12:48:46.826-07:00</atom:updated><title>L'âge des ténèbres (Days of Darkness/The Age of Ignorance), Denys Arcand, 2007</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/rsz/434/x/x/x/medias/nmedia/18/64/28/14/18796509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/rsz/434/x/x/x/medias/nmedia/18/64/28/14/18796509.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arcand's film is a broad, at times clumsy, dystopian farce.  In crafting an ultimately bleak vision, the director's machinations recall, by turns, the playful workplace revenge fantasies of Mike Judge and the darkest, most cheeky subversions of Lars Von Trier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-7019619908148003314?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/09/lage-des-tenebres-days-of-darkness-age.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-3013479028156895170</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 18:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-06T11:18:25.498-07:00</atom:updated><title>Aruitemo aruitemo (Still Walking), Hirokazu Koreeda, 2008</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://beingz.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/aruitemo_card1_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://beingz.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/aruitemo_card1_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Koreeda's measured compositions, often near facsimiles of Ozu, lend a certain gravitas to this domestic meditation.  The film tangles with death, guilt, and family in a way not dissimilar from the recent films of Assayas and Desplechin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-3013479028156895170?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/09/aruitemo-aruitemo-still-walking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-6094391101725188384</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 04:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-31T07:39:30.458-07:00</atom:updated><title>Adventureland, Greg Mottola, 2009</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.montana.edu/procrastinator/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/adventureland_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.montana.edu/procrastinator/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/adventureland_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mottola's stoned carnival workers, both intellectually and chronologically, fall somewhere between Richard Linklater's varsity slackers and Whit Stillman's neurotic Fourierists.  More importantly, they reside in the same casual, lived-in space that makes this naturalist Summer's tale as eminently watchable as either&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Dazed &amp; Confused&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Metropolitan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-6094391101725188384?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventureland-greg-mottola-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38412354.post-7526903147940512551</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 06:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-20T10:14:35.507-08:00</atom:updated><title>Inglourious Basterds, Quentin Tarantino, 2009</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.phresh.cc/reel/onthereel/2009/i/inglourious_basterds/inglourious_basterds-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.phresh.cc/reel/onthereel/2009/i/inglourious_basterds/inglourious_basterds-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tarantino cements his legacy as a singular visionary with Inglourious Basterds, a masterful series of tete-a-tetes birthed of the director's own peculiar universe, wherein claustrophobic chamber dramas masquerade as populist action set pieces with the audience none the wiser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38412354-7526903147940512551?l=pocketcinephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pocketcinephile.blogspot.com/2009/08/inglourious-basterds-quentin-tarantino.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brower)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>