Refn discusses his love of fairy tales, falling through the rabbit hole of streaming, and more.
Two films here revolve around maladies affecting the lives of impoverished children in India.
Andrzej Wajda’s Katyn is a Howard Zinn-esque history lesson viewed through weary subaltern eyes.
Our interview with James Gray touches on the complexities of Two Lovers and the nature of criticism.
Let’s not make this category any more difficult than it has to be.
Must Read After My Death has an ideal audience of no more than a dozen.
We have to give this one to the veteran whose completely transformative performance enlivens the milquetoastiness of a film.
John Cassavetes’s characters entertain each other as a way of fending off melancholy.
The problem with Eleven Minutes is that directors Michael Selditch and Robert Tate feel a little too sorry for their subject.
Fired Up plays like a direct-to-video American Pie sequel.
At 80 minutes, its cinematic flash fiction, and a suitable entry point into the lively body of work Cassavetes made.
Dear AMPAS directors’ branch, we’re done now.
Gomorrah probably is an important film, for the stories it tells, the conclusions it reaches, and the realities it evokes.
Even completists of director Tom Tykwer will write this shoddy film off like so much bad debt.
“Makes me want to dance, laugh, dream and cry at the same time!!!”
Marcus Nispel’s slick visual style mirrors that of his Texas Chainsaw: a few scenes set at golden magic hour, murky blacks, rotting yellows and greens
Taking Kate Winslet out of the equation seemed to turn this category into a dream scenario: an Oscar ripe for the taking in a veritable five-way contest.
Courtney Hunt is now an Oscar nominee thanks to the same AMPAS voters who don’t recoil into the fetal position at the sound of actors reading aloud from a Paul Haggis screenplay.
P.J. Hogan’s trifle is an unabashed celebration of crass, reckless spending.
Are screenplays of acclaimed stage plays adapted by the authors of the original works cursed when it comes to Oscars?
The idea of bringing together Frank Langella and Elliott Gould in a movie sounds utterly delicious with possibility.