It’s Oscar time. This Sunday evening we forget about war and oppression and find out who we really hate. For my money, that’s the advertisers, the choreographers, and anyone who takes the Academy Awards seriously. Don’t get me wrong. I never miss Hollywood’s annual festival of self-adoration. I find it fascinating; like a car wreck … Continue reading Hollywood’s Annual Festival of Self-Adoration

This is Bayflicks' last Sunday newsletter. No, I'm not giving up the site. I'm just moving the newsletter from Sunday afternoon to Friday morning, because movie recommendations are more useful before the weekend. The weekly schedules will still run from Sunday to Saturday because, damn it, the week starts on Sunday. Call me old-fashioned--I don't … Continue reading The Last Sunday Newsletter

Inevitable death isn't the only problem with mortality; there are also the time constraints. I simply don't have enough decades to read every good book, meet every interesting person, or see every movie that arouses my curiosity. That last one has been bugging me, lately. I've only managed to spend one day at the International … Continue reading What I Don’t Have Time to Watch

Americans have a hard time believing that Buddhists make movies. We imagine them sitting under mango trees, contemplating the world and mastering their desires, not scouting locations and sweet-talking investors. But, of course, Buddhists do all of these. And sometimes do them very well. All of which brings me to the International Buddhist Film Festival. … Continue reading Buddhist Report