On Valentine’s Day we’re turning the House lights way down low, and offering a little special something…for the looooovers.
Has cinema recovered from The Jazz Singer?
Ridley Scott and Steve Zaillian seem determined to snuff out bright patches before they can catch fire.
Ronald Bronstein’s Frownland is a film whose synopsis screams, “Avoid at all costs.”
The Coens’ narrations often hint at, but rarely confirm, the existence of deliberate, supernatural forces.
About three months ago, my digital camera conked out, and I still haven’t replaced it. In the apparently endless interim, I’ve taken to buying disposable cameras.
The movie dramatizes Cronenberg’s preoccupations more, well, organically than his his other collaboration with Viggo Mortensen.
It surely isn’t lost on David Mamet that the title of his 1987 debut feature, House of Games, doubles as a three-word summation of his career.