As one of the site and newspaper’s main video reviewers, I gravitated towards Quentin Tarantino knockoffs because they were colorful ( too colorful, most of the time, in fact) and star-studded and felt soothingly familiar even if most of them fucking sucked. That is true of today’s Control Nathan Rabin 4.0 entry, 1998’s Judas Kiss, which I reviewed roughly two decades ago in my capacity as the A.V Club’s direct to video specialist. Other films that I’ve seen and reviewed have blurred together with so many other similar films that my recollections of them are fuzzy and indistinct. I’ve written about so many movies that many of them have disappeared from my mind and my memory as completely as if I had never seen them in the first place.
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I have written about thousands of movies at this point and it is not at all unusual for me to see or hear about some weird, obscure movie that I’d never even heard of before and Google it, only to find that the first review that comes up is from The A.V Club and the reviewer is Nathan Rabin. Now I have been writing about movies and popular culture for about twenty-three years, eighteen for the A.V Club alone. I’m nearly done with my patron-funded deep dive into the works of Sam Peckinpah, and I’m deep into a project on the movies of the late, great, fervently mourned David Bowie. Or you can be like two kind patrons and use this column to commission a series of pieces about a filmmaker or actor. The price goes down to seventy-five dollars for all subsequent choices. It’s the career and site-sustaining column that gives YOU, the kindly, Christ-like, unbelievably sexy Nathan Rabin’s Happy Place patron, an opportunity to choose a movie that I must watch, and then write about, in exchange for a one-time, one hundred dollar pledge to the site’s Patreon account. Welcome, friends, to the latest entry in Control Nathan Rabin 4.0.