“I think it’s very easy for us to look down on James Whale from our 21st-century perches.”
We suggest you get yourself to a music shop or online downloading service and stock up your vinyl bag or iPod ASAP.
Alonso Duralde is the arts and entertainment editor of The Advocate, a longtime friend, and one my favorite people to argue with.
Garrett Brown might be the most influential filmmaker that the moviegoing public hasn’t heard of.
“When I was a kid, there was a tremendous saturation of westerns on television,” said Hill.” “All things pass.”
Angelenos are lucky. Our FM airwaves are second-to-none in terms of diversity and quality of programming.
Mariah wasn’t the only one making a comeback in 2005.
Socio-politically-minded Big Idea films were all the rage in 2005.
It’s fitting that Gwen Stefani should open her Harajuku Lovers Tour with Debbie Deb’s “When I Hear Music” booming from a giant tower of speakers.
Of all the acknowledged masters of cinema, the Japanese director Mikio Naruse is perhaps the one least known in the West.
Slant Magazine sat down with the director to discuss the making and politics of HellBent.
The film is one for the ages, and in anticipation of its first-run release, we met with Sachs at his office in downtown Manhattan.
Two thousand and five will go down in the festival’s history as the year when the movies got a little crappier and the celebrities got a little crabbier.
When scurrying about film festivals, even non-juried ones like the Toronto International Film Festival, it’s best to keep your eyes on the prize.
As usual, the festival will be remembered equally for the films left outside its door.
These films highlight an area of the world that is as politically engaged as any other and whose voices insist on being heard.
Slant recently spoke with the director about Monty Python, Buñuel, the hardships of dark comedy and the elusiveness of perfection.
Slant's film editor ranks his favorite films from the silent era to the present.
Trust us when we say that you’ll enjoy this list. If you don’t, well, then you can take a sugar-frosted fuck off the end of our dicks.
The venue was filled with a mix of hardcore fans, label scouts, and curious out-of-towners.