How to make a talking-head documentary when the subject’s actual head is the one element that the director cannot film?
Magalie Pichon in Bas-fonds is a force of nature.
In contemporary Shanghai, Jia has located a nexus of past and future and, predictably, he’s more interested in the rubble than the glamour.
It’s fitting that Even the Rain should be dedicated to Howard Zinn.
If you haven’t got anything new to say, at least find an interesting way to say it.
It evinces enough hatred of mankind to make Todd Solondz look like a dedicated humanist.
In Alien Girl, gangsterism stands as the ultimate expression of the post-Soviet profit motive.
Bartek Konopka aims to defamiliarize a well-known historical event through ironic distance and thus to render absurd the atrocities of the past.
To be sure, we need these stories, but there’s little virtue in telling them if we don’t peel away the surface layers and get at something deeper.
Will Made in Dagenham finally win Sally Hawkins the Oscar nod denied her two years ago for Happy-Go-Lucky?