Don’t be fooled by the fireside polemic that opens Callie Khouri’s The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood.
Not unlike Él, Luis Buñuel’s Ensayo de un Crimen is a twisted tragicomedy on male obsession.
Cheng discusses his up-and-coming film career and his trip to Cannes with the cast and crew of Hollywood Ending.
It’s a witty piece of genre deconstruction that’s curiously drunk on pomo knowingness for both the mofo mystique of ‘70s blaxploitation and the mojo bullshit of James Bond.
David Lynch is less concerned with self-reference than he is with charting the uncomfortable crawlspace between boyhood and manhood.
It could be the most authentic representation of wilderness life ever put on screen.
El Bruto is relatively apolitical but that’s because Luis Buñuel is drunk on animal magnetism.
Luis Buñuel jabs at society’s oppression of women are limp and the finale is entirely too facile for a film that deserved a more Hitchcockian wind-down.