The festival’s greatest singularity is two-fold: its lack of pretense and judicious curatorial eye.
The slate showcases a geographically and aesthetically diverse range of films by neophyte auteurs.
Korine touched base over the phone about his latest endeavor, sometimes taking the conversation seriously, other times veering into delightful hyperbole.
The swanky Lady Gaga never fails to surprise, and boggle, the pop culture mind.
Sex isn’t just a setting here the way that, say, ballet is just the setting of Black Swan.
She was in person as she is on screen: smart, self-confident, empathetically responsive to others, and prone to joyful bursts of laughter.
Iconoclastic British filmmaker and punk auteur Alex Cox is something of a film historian and conservationist.
We discussed his aesthetic prerogatives, his interests in documentary traditions, and his forthcoming projects.
Comparisons to Eminem are inevitable, but Marshall always kept artifice close at hand, whether it was animated beats or equally cartoonish alter egos.
One-album wonders weren’t in short supply in the ’90s, but many were far from disposable.
He’s long displayed a keen interest in young characters whose restless sexuality is but one element in the volatile cultural landscapes they find themselves in.
Jeff Bridges does meet the challenge, but he does so by kind of skirting around it.
Violence was always an integral part of Fritz Lang’s art, yet few other filmmakers were as scrupulous about what should be shown and what shouldn’t on the screen.
Murphy talks about what it’s like to work with PJ, turning the camera on his homeland, and his love of David Lynch.
With just two albums, Swedish pop group Little Dragon has twined strands of dance-pop and R&B into an imaginative brand of electronic music.
It resolves its thicket of mature moral questions in the most glib and banal means possible.
The film finds Joe Swanberg plumbing the same tired issues, albeit from a slightly older perspective.
Is it fair to say that many of us attach no actual “nostalgia,” in the strictest sense of the word, to the singles of the 1990s?
Call it the Year of the Woman, as 2010 featured more standout lead female performances than any 12-month stretch in recent memory.
Sometimes, when everyone agrees that something is pretty great, it’s because it’s actually pretty great.
I don’t want to overstate the case for our new decade’s first breakout star, but I can’t help hearing 2010’s pop music in terms of the Gaga Effect.