Though Visconti operates on the surface level of the material, he crafts a seductive surface.
Glorious Southern fried sloth, in epic widescreen.
Jellyfish won the Camera d’Or at last year’s Cannes Film Festival, and it’s not hard to see why.
Tarsem Singh’s film is a wearying nosedive through a self-indulgent imagination.
This podcase was recorded as part of House contributor Kevin Lee’s endeavor to watch the 1000 greatest films of all time.
Its focus on the scene at the expense of individuals ultimately results in a documentary that doesn’t rise above the functional.
XXY addresses the multifaceted needs inherent to father-child relations.
Hats Off revolves around a 93-year-old model and actress whose boundless energy and indefatigable spirit are amazing…ly ho-hum.
The restless, mini-DV-camera-shot visual style of Lior Shamriz’s semi-improvised fiction matches the wanderlust of its twentysomething gay hero.
Had Lewis Carroll switched from jotting down his visions to carving them in stone, his works might have looked a lot like Gaudí’s.
The film is told with rigorous control, with unobtrusive camerawork and naturalistic, unpretentious sound design.
Masayuki Ochiai’s Shutter is a ghost story free of logic and spirit.
And Lee and film editor Tim Squyres tie the film together in the masterful, interwoven tension of the night of the storm.
Backseat suggests Sideways filtered through a hipster scrim.
Charles Bronson gets screwed over so many times that the film loses track of its internal timeline.
Constantina Voulgaris puts considerable effort into making Valse Sentimentale as aesthetically hideous as possible.
Cassavetes is the acknowledged influence, and like Cassavetes, director Azazel Jacobs has a reverent sense for present, lived-in experience.
Hip-hop music may be dead at the hands of corporate thug rap, but the culture lives on, worldwide, says Planet B-Boy.
Praise Jesus that Tyler Perry found Angela Bassett.
Fan-subbers tend to torrent their wares, causing anime companies to now attack P2P networks.
Is the golden age of Judd Apatow already waning?