As evangelistic as I tend to get about making new discoveries at TCMFF, the familiar can also be revelatory.
Ine of the festival’s genuine, if lower-key highlights, which lent focus to its literary origins as well as to its filmmakers, was Intruder in the Dust.
Any film festival dedicated exclusively to the treasures, glories, and the occasional folly of the past is likely to be visited by ghosts.
Like several of its previous incarnations, year seven of the TCM Classic Film Festival was organized around an overriding theme.
As far as matters of its own history goes, Los Angeles has a reputation for having one eye set to the rear-view mirror.
Signs of the push-pull of commerce and art that have always been present within TCMFF were more apparent this year.
Without a doubt, this 2011 edition was the film festival experience of the year for me.
Ever since the festival was announced in April, the general community of film fanatics was set to buzzing.