What makes IFFR so endearing is an atmosphere that’s joyful and devoid of self-importance.
Saul Levine’s edge is his elation and his constant pricks at our consciousness bring about a sort of revelatory catharsis.
Scuttlebutt has it that this year’s edition of the New York Film Festival is one of the richest in the festival’s 44-year history.
Hell, the mood was so sedate that Sean Penn and Russell Crowe were even chipper, the latter happily chatting up fans in the street.
Argentina, which has emerged as one of the most prolific national cinemas of the new millennium, dominated the Latinbeat program last year.
Certainly, these films do appear to be bridging some form of cultural gap.
George W. Bush’s human rights violations have fully caught up with today’s documentary filmmakers.
Everywhere you went at the 49th San Francisco Film Festival you could feel a song coming on.
Any film connoisseur worth their salt knows that the purveyors of this genre aimed low but shot high.
Faith, in one way or another, seemed to be on trial frequently at the 30th CIFF.
Only one feature, Les Saignantes, and one short, The Colonial Friend, struck me as unqualified masterpieces.
Unfortunately, most festivals aren’t as well-funded as, say, the one pictured below.
This year’s edition shouldn’t be shrugged off because there are no sure-things like Murderball and Junebug on the bill.
Matt Zoller Seitz’s Home is screening at this year’s RiverRun International Film Festival.
A time to taste small, savory dishes from all over the world before the bigger feast of the upcoming New Directors/New Films series.
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.
Fret not if you couldn’t get to Park City this year, the New Directors/New Films series brings Park City to you!
No Dogville-style polemic or drama of Mystic River-sized proportions here, but the difficult balancing act between commerce and high art is still evident.