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About thie author

I’m a designer and practitioner of fine typography in Auckland, New Zealand. I co-founded a design and development studio, Cactuslab, in 2001, and a social network for film fans, Letterboxd, in 2011. I design themes for Tumblr, speak occasionally about web techniques and typography, and think up reasons to visit New York City.

Matthew Buchanan

All posts tagged ‘review

Smells Like Screen Spirit’s Don Simpson reviews Errol Morris’ new film, Tabloid:

Former Miss Wyoming and S&M call girl with an IQ of 168 and a penchant for cinnamon massage oil, kidnaps and rapes a rotund Mormon; years later, she clones her dog… Boy, it sure does not get much better than that.


Here’s a new Tumblr I’ve launched today: An Illustrated Guide. It’s a review site for picture books that I’ve created with my wife Catherine, covering illustrated books that have caught our eye. We’ll be publishing new reviews regularly, with a selection of titles that will appeal to both parents and collectors of beautiful things. Take a look, follow along. (There’s some extra interactive goodness for those viewing in Safari.)

The good news is I fixed the tag pages. The bad news is I deleted the whole shebang in a fit of impressive Tumblarity. The remaining posts will be restored in the next hour or two are now back.


The big hurdle was spinning a beloved, essentially plot-free … children’s book into a feature-length movie, but Jonze—along with co-scripter Dave Eggers, who knows a thing or two about the trials of childhood—managed to remain faithful to Sendak’s sentiment and visuals while expanding their scope.

The A.V. Club’s Josh Modell loves the “expansive, wondrous, confusing, scary, and gorgeous place” that is Spike Jonze’s Where The Wild Things Are. (via Hadyn Green)


Science fiction movies don’t necessarily flourish in deep space. The best ones blossom in the fertile gray matter between your ears, and that’s precisely where Moon takes root. Trafficking in paranoia, isolation and corporate cover-ups, this delicately crafted first feature from director Duncan Jones shines a light toward the awkward shadow dance between science and humanity.


Pedestrian dialogue doesn’t give the cast much to work with beyond rudiments of motivation and story points. Humor, gallows or otherwise, has apparently been annihilated along with the bulk of humanity.

From Hugh Hart’s middling review of Terminator: Salvation for Wired magazine, in which he also complains about the explosions being too loud.

The Kaufman film has always been about the terror of being oneself, of being in this skin, this head, but it’s not a terror that causes him to turn away — instead it holds his unblinking attention.

Philip Matthews with a few good words on Charlie Kaufman’s Synecdoche, New York.