A landmark year for me as well as for the movies.
Were The Mist about mist and not monsters, human or otherwise, it might have remained nervy and unsettling.
The problem is the world is full of people.
Juvenile’s first single to garner major attention outside New Orleans and its accompanying music video are minor works of devastating magic.
If it weren’t for the actors, there wouldn’t be much to watch up there, just a dusty plain.
Bong risks an ending here that even something as great as Jaws would not dare.
My resistance may also be attributed to the fact that I don’t think it was a very well programmed double bill.
If Brad Bird has a signature auteur trait it would be that each of his films are struggles with and reactions to modernity.
So I bought the Criterion disc of Sansho the Bailiff blind and told Keith Uhlich I would write it up.
The sea appears a utopia here, a setting that affords its passengers seemingly limitless boundaries.
Revenge of the Sith is the grandest third act in space operas.
For a long time I thought I didn’t get Antonioni.
Here are five double bills I would program if I had my own repertory house.
David Lynch’s voice has a diminutive, nasal inflection. You can hear the Pacific Northwest’s gentility and echoes of a woodland youth.
Time is relevant, yes?
This is a story of returns, just as the title tells us, but its chief subject is feminine (and provincial) rites, rituals and customs.
It might all be unwatchable if it weren’t for Will Ferrell.