<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>Jim Hosking - vo.rs</title><link>https://vo.rs/tags/jim-hosking/</link><description>Latest from the Jim Hosking desk at vo.rs.</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><copyright>This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Sat, 10 Aug 2024 11:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://vo.rs/tags/jim-hosking/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Greasy Strangler: The Comedy of Pure Discomfort</title><link>https://vo.rs/screen/the-greasy-strangler-the-comedy-of-pure-discomfort/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;There is a particular sound a cinema makes when a film has decided it does not care whether you enjoy it. Half nervous laughter, half the shuffle of people wondering if leaving now would be rude. Jim Hosking&amp;rsquo;s &lt;em&gt;The Greasy Strangler&lt;/em&gt; (2016) produces that sound on an industrial scale, and it produces it on purpose. Eight years on, it has settled onto the small, defiant shelf of films that are easier to admire than to recommend, and I find I admire it more each time I subject a friend to it against their explicit wishes.&lt;/p&gt;</description><pubDate>Sat, 10 Aug 2024 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>