by Sam Juliano

This past week as announced on the previous post Wonders in the Dark passed the four million level on page views after eight and a half years in existence.  This is a great honor for Allan Fish and the many writers who have rocked these halls in every capacity.  There are no plans to end this party anytime soon, so as some have noted we must keep on keepin’ on!  Thank you to all for your support and insights for this incredible ride!

March weather.  Twenty degrees one day and 60 another.  This has been the propensity in the NYC metropolitan area anyway.  The Tribeca Film Festival has announced their lineup for next month’s festival.  Lucille and I are readying for our annual marathon, and I’ll have the full coverage here at the site.

This past week we saw two films in the theaters though several others at home, including some 2016 repeats.  We saw: Continue Reading »


Allan Fish and I launched our arts site WONDERS IN THE DARK in September of 2008, and today after eight years and six months we have passed FOUR MILLION page views!!! I am so proud of this remarkable achievement and of the superlative work done by Allan, Jim Clark, James Uhler, Joel Bocko, Maurizio Roca, Dean Treadway, Tony d’Ambra, Dee Dee,  J.d. Lafrance, Pierre de Plume, John Grant, Patricia Perry, Dennis Polifroni, Bob Clark, Jaimie Grijalba, Barry Germansky, Duane Porter, John Greco, Jon Warner, Stephen Mullen, Sachin Gandhi, Marilyn and Rod, Robert Hornak, Brian Wilson, Judy Geater, Laurie Buchanan, Terrill Welch, Patricia Hamilton, Bobby J., Mark Smith, Brandie Ashe, Aaron West, Adam Ferenz, Peter M., Shubhajit, Mark Smith, Marco Tremble, Kaleem Hasan, Jeffrey Goodman,  Celeste Fenster, Peter Lenihan, stephen Russell Gebbet, Samuel Wilson, Camolas, Anuk Bavkist, Ed Howard, Lucille and Melanie Julianoand the many others who have written for the site over the years during the many film countdowns. We went over the top today because of well over 4,000 views from France. I’ve yet to discover why the French were all over the site today, but I love it! WitD covers film, music, opera, theater and books, and is framed by a weekly Monday Morning Diary.


By J.D. Lafrance

Brian De Palma’s The Untouchables (1987) is a film that asks the burning question: is police brutality ever justified? It is when you’re dealing with the likes of Al Capone and Frank Nitti – gangsters that had no problem blowing up children and killing nebbish accountants to get what they wanted. The film doesn’t exactly adhere to historical fact opting instead to go with John Ford’s famous credo of printing the legend and in doing so raising the characters and their exploits to mythic status. De Palma’s adaptation of Eliot Ness’ 1957 memoir of the same name had all the makings of a powerhouse production destined for greatness. It featured a screenplay written by legendary playwright David Mamet, expert cinematographer Stephen H. Burum was behind the camera, master composer Ennio Morricone was scoring the film, and Robert De Niro and Sean Connery were signed on to play larger-than-life characters. The result was an exciting, action-packed epic that helped revitalize De Palma’s struggling career (after the critical and commercial failure of Wise Guys) and earned Connery his first Academy Award.
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by Sam Juliano

Well, well, well. So in the end those who bashed the Academy for the likely choice of “La La Land” for Best Picture can now take all their shameful conspiracy theories and inane cultural blight crap and bury them. I don’t always agree with the Oscars but I respect them. And this year they chose a great film -Moonlight- one of my own Top 10 of the year as the Best Picture, after that embarrassing envelope snafu that has since been owned up by Price Waterhouse, the accounting firm. And our own insightful voters on this very page last week also chose “Moonlight” as Best Film of the Year. No need for “La La Land” rooters to cry though. The beloved musical copped 6 Oscars including Best Director and Best Actress, and many other awards from critics’ groups.

What a great night we had at the Tiger Hose Firehouse, where 36 guests dropped in and out for the six hour window of the event.  Seeing John Grant and his lovely wife Pam drive in all the way from West Milford about one hour away still has Lucille and I gratefully amazed.  Great food, great talk, great entertainment, and all things considered a great show with the hair raising conclusion.  My 86 year old father is seen from back in bottom photo near center, and John and Pam are in top photo talking with yours truly. Continue Reading »


by Jamie at attractive variance

With yesterday’s post, I started the countdown of my favorite 50 records from last year, with today seeing the conclusion of the final 25. Looking over the two days, I’m amazed at the fact that very little separates the two days, with a wealth of wonderful records coming in 2016.

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by Jamie at attractive variance

Given that 2016 was such a turbulent year, it’s no surprise that any sampling of the years standout records would produce a rather noisy, loud affair. Political content often mixed with the chaos, with even our greatest hip hop records getting into the act. With 2017 already offering the Uniform’s Wake in Fright and the Priests tremendous debut, it looks like we can expect more of the same over the next 10 months and change. Hooray for that. I’ve attempted to remain clear of ‘Best’, as though I do feel these 50 to be just that, I can’t hide the fact that within popular music I have heavy predilections toward noise, feedback and heaviness. Granted, that is where forward leaning rock n’ roll is at now, but still, I feel a caveat is warranted. Enjoy the tunes, most of these picks can be listened to on spotify, or on the individual artist bandcamp pages by a simple google search. Today will countdown 50-26, with an additional offering of my favorite compilations, while tomorrow will see the final 25. Happy listening.

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 © 2017 by James Clark


    The paths to Surrealist love and decadence are many and varied. Although the phenomena were incubated in Paris, the long-standing kinship between France and the USA in repelling (particularly British) sensible calculation has provided reverberations streaming out to very recent times. There is a quite pervasive volatility about those two national enterprises for which there is scant interest in a place like Canada (despite its quasi-French ingredient).

That brings us to our now upping the ante toward the more dangerous sensibilities being brought to a showdown of sorts in the movies. Surrealism—coursing through the works of David Lynch, Tim Burton, Quentin Tarantino, the Coens and Jim Jarmusch, to name a few—has always been our business here. But rather than put it into play as a historical, evolutionary going concern, we’re now pulling ourselves together (I hope) to consider its confinement to lives with no real purchase in sight upon a mainstream; but rather consisting of sensual momenta staging largely invisible, self-contradictory revolutions.

We’ll begin with a film by that master of minutiae, Brian De Palma, namely, Carrie (1976), who in this case has to deal with the footsteps of not only horror author, Stephen King, whose 1974 novel by the same name offers a point of departure, but also King’s wife, Tabitha, who (rescuing his unfinished and despised [by him] draft of this vehicle) saw fit to reach back to Jean Cocteau’s 1929 novel, Les Enfants Terribles (The Terrible Children) and the subsequent movie incarnation, in 1950, by another filmmaker more about pores than portents, namely, Jean-Pierre Melville, with Cocteau looking over his shoulder and keeping the faith as far as his opium addiction allowed. Cocteau/ Melville lead off with a high school boy, Paul, being felled in a snowball fight by a good friend (though not so friendly as to desist from couching his missile with a rock). De Palma, no doubt delighted by the wit of the Kings, fires off in his film, to perfect effect, the early moment where Carrie, a high school girl hamstrung by a mother staging a religious war against menstruation and thereby exposing her to shock, begins to bleed, for the first time, in her school-gym-shower, and her panic elicits not only raunchy ridicule from her far more secular classmates but a snowball fusillade of tampons, accompanied by the far from helpful, “Plug it up! Plug it up!” She is not concussed like Paul; but her sense of this world not working for her is even more pronounced. Continue Reading »