By: Vicente Lozano

Dolphin talk is the sound of innocence itself.

By: Neil LaBute

I found myself feeling like I was actually there, underwater or on the beach or in the NAUTILUS.

By: Marc Weidenbaum

Architecture is destiny.

By: Erin M. Routson

All of his daily deaths are about to be repaid with theirs.

By: Shawn Wolfe

Action-packed, yet with room to breath, think, and explore an idea or two between skull bashings.

By: Matthew Daniel

The distinction between reality and fiction never felt quite as negligible.

By: Lydia Millet

Beware the hyper-powerful otherness of people who look Scandinavian.

By: James Hannaham

Americans, like kids everywhere, must have seen and identified with their own gleeful nihilism.

By: Seth

For such a special-effects extravaganza it’s surprisingly a rather small film.

By: Mike Watt

I saw the dils many times starting in 1977, driving up to hollywood from my pedro town to see gigs w/d boon and georgie.

By: Lynn Peril

“Love’s another sterile gift, another shit condition.”

By: Chelsey Johnson

In seventh grade, I flung myself into the social machine.

By: Vanessa Berry

If a sugar bag could be a punk accessory, anything could be.

By: David Smay

“She’s shaping my body like a lump of mud!”

By: Marc Weidenbaum

Resolute and dissolute, unrepentant and penitent, erotic and hermetic.