There’s something undeniably special about viewing silent films at the Castro.
Any potential flights of invention or creativity are subordinate to the plain and emphatic delivery of life lessons.
While featuring much screaming, accusations, collision of agendas, and the exhuming of dirty secrets, the film remains emotionally tone deaf.
The global economic maelstrom found a way to creep its way into the 47th edition of the festival—but only for a moment.
The weather has gotten better in Karlovy Vary. Sort of.
It’s silly to complain about anything when spending time in the company of Pedro Almodóvar, Jerzy Skolimowski, and Wim Wenders.
The dissolution of Guy and Genevieve’s romance is a perfect parallel to the way we experience cinema.
Love, too, is one of the greatest gambles a human being can make.
Andrea Arnold’s second feature is the heir to a long-standing British tradition of kitchen-sink realism
Ti West’s film is so firmly rooted in suspense that even Hitchcock would be alternately proud/jealous.
I spent the first two weekends in October sitting in the Bing Theater for the Alain Resnais retrospective.