ROBERT HORNAK wanted Ray Harryhausen to come to his ninth birthday party. When he didn't show, he cried. Later, he found out there were more than monster movies in the world. He picked up some real love for Woody Allen, the Coen Brothers, Preston Sturges, and Howard Hawks. He has a deep love for Truffaut, Buñuel, Bergman, and Kurosawa, which helps balance his devotion to the Marx Brothers. His goal in life is to write a single Chayefsky-worthy scene. He will watch an old movie before a new movie every time, and a satire before a drama.  Robert also likes tennis, Chipotle, and Merle Haggard. At the same time, when possible.

ROBERT'S BLOG ENTRIES:

My Game Leg is Starting to Talk to Me
Hank Quinlan is a border town cop bloated by secrets swallowed. Mike Vargas is a Mexican drug enforcement officer riding his career on the momentum of his perceived integrity. A jazzily meandering tracking shot brings them together in the firelight of an official’s exploded car, and together they play out the universal allegory of good versus evil.
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How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love The Big Lebowski
I’ve been trying to figure out why I love The Big Lebowski so much. Better to say, I’ve been trying to figure out why a movie I didn’t like at all on first viewing is now on my list of all-time repeat-watch comedies. Many elements by themselves aren’t appealing to me in any way. Rampant toking; rampant f-bombs; rampant loudmouthed fat guy. So why did I come back… and why did I stay?
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