By most accounts, this year’s New York Film Festival is one of the strongest in years.
It isn’t until you’ve been granted full press access at the Toronto Film Festival that you realize this really is a people’s festival. I
What so incensed McCarthy?
He’s a rapper, a label head, a man with a hard-line manifesto.
Movies work by building and releasing tension, a pattern demonstrated more nakedly in the musical than in nearly any other genre.
This year’s Human Rights Watch International Film Festival features one of the strongest lineups in the program’s history.
The San Francisco International Film Festival might be forgiven for a bit of self-love.
For the greatest examples of the human condition, one only needed to really look in two places, one in the least likely place imaginable.
Per usual, a considerable amount of this year’s selections are carryovers from Toronto and Park City.
The general mellow atmosphere is conducive to Frisbee and cruising the vendor tents for hacky sacks and homemade Phish T-shirts, but Sunday evening proved that the fest has some cajones underneath all that tie-dye.
Abbas Kiarostami is exhausted, and understandably so.
As long as drugs, sex, rock n’ roll, and war continue to drive the human race, though, there will always be a place for the Doors.
This year’s “Film Comment Selects” program collects 18 features that span the full spectrum of the cine-world stage.
At least everyone can agree that Britney Spears’s rediscovery of underwear is an encouraging trend that will, we hope, continue into 2007.
Iraq ruled not only the news but movie screens as well in 2006.
Nothing less than a miracle is needed to rouse Ingrid Bergman's characters out of their spiritual stupor, and Rossellini provides it.
At age 63, he’s one of the few living links to a host of great British actors who are now gone: Gielgud, Olivier, James Mason, Alan Bates, Rachel Roberts.
The received wisdom on Jacques Rivette, for supporters and detractors alike, is that his is a cinema of endurance.
At one time, Phil Hall navigated between the worlds of public relations and film criticism, two professions that could not be more dissimilar.
It was fitting that the final stop on Goldfrapp’s U.S. tour, at New York’s Roseland Ballroom, began with Cerrone’s “Supernature.”