Some of the films in competition attempted to remind the cushioned critics of reality.
Every year, a lovely spa town awakens from its long sleep to welcome hundreds of mostly young, backpack-toting film enthusiasts.
After a few initial disappointments in Berlinale’s main competition, things gradually began to pick up.
Berlinale, the most smoothly run of all major festivals, is a pleasure for the Anglophone.
The Dream of Eleuteria is the sort of film that one expects to discover at the Viennale.
I can think of worse tasks than judging films in the elegant Basque city of San Sebastián, known as Donostia to the locals.
The forum side of the festival produced as much intellectual stimulation as hot air, as is usual with such round tables.
What happened when the Soviet Union’s greatest composer and its greatest filmmaker came together to produce two screen masterpieces?
Special guests, who gave “master classes,” were actors Tim Roth and Richard Jenkins, and art director Roger Christian.
Rose’s designs placed a strong emphasis on the silhouette.