I watched No Looking Back this afternoon, which I still need to get posted, but it got me thinking about how there are some good movies out there about men being trash made by men. In the case of No Looking Back, director Ed Burns even plays one of the trashy males. The other one I was thinking of was Tristana, because it seems unlikely anyone has ever paired Buñuel and Burns in a post together and I’ve only got to make it another few words and then I will have succeeded. But it’s also an interesting thought. When I saw Tristana, I understood it. I understood what he was doing and how. The last time I saw No Looking Back, I had no idea. I’m shocked by the deftness of it.