Author Archives: Christa Faust

Big day yesterday, with four flicks on the roster and no rest for the wicked. I’ve decided to spilt my write up into two separate posts to keep things relatively short and snappy. I wouldn’t want you to get bored… Read More

It’s been a year, Faustketeers. This Damned Pandemic kicked in right in the middle of the actual, physical, old fashioned, sit-with-your-pals-in-a-theater Noir City Festival back in March and I’m still not over it. BLACK GRAVEL… (stares into the distance) …… Read More

Well, Faustketeers, I’m sick. No, it’s probably not our friend COVID-19, but this is a hell of a time to come down with any kind of flu. Here’s what’s been going on here at the Fausthaus over the past two… Read More

Here we are, at the end of the line up that wasn’t. Composing the final post of any Noir City festival is always a little sad. This year, it’s weirdly emotional and strange and melancholy and here I am, doing… Read More

Look, we are all coping with our creeping existential dread and pandemic anxiety in different ways. I realize that most people are busy endlessly refreshing twitter and reading a zillion articles about how fucked we all are. There are probably… Read More

Strange days continue, kids. I’ve been forced to miss some Noir City screenings in the past for a variety of reasons, but this is pandemic action is exponentially sadder and weirder. Good thing we have movies and pie. Speaking of… Read More

These are sad, strange days, Faustketeers. I’m still pretty broken up over the cancellation of this year’s festival. Being an anti-social homebody writer, I don’t get out much and this event is something I look forward to all year. I… Read More

It breaks my heart to share this news, but the rest of this year’s Noir City festival has been cancelled due to Covid-19 restrictions. Our beloved Noir City family does tend to skew older and I totally understand and support… Read More

Yeah, ok, so THE HOUSEMAID. Holy shit, Faustketeers. A piano teacher hires a strange, chain-smoking maid to help his overworked wife take care of their rat-infested suburban house and their two kids, a monstrous, bratty son and a morose, crippled… Read More

A series of unfortunate events conspired to make me to miss the Siodmak double feature on Sunday afternoon. That being said, I’ve seen one of the two films already and was able to find the other on YouTube, so I’m… Read More