Refn discusses his love of fairy tales, falling through the rabbit hole of streaming, and more.
It presents a portrait of marriage, adultery, and sex that makes about as much sense as the confounding ellipses in its title.
The mannered goofiness of The Chess Players echoes the pastoral comedy of Days and Nights In the Forest.
Think Revenge of the Nerds crossbred with Bad News Bears.
If you’re in the area, stop in and check it out, or at least look me up so we can talk movies.
Herbie Hancock’s political musings seem mostly out of place in a film that, in essence, is little more than a glorified EPK.
This interesting, respectful portrait of Vietnam protestors lacks a much-needed measure of dramatic nuance and friction.
Happy birthday, Mr. Corman.
The brilliance of Mother and Son is how it turns perspective and perception against us.
The film offers criminal hijinks, pop culture-referencing repartee, and flighty romance that would make even Guy Ritchie wretch.
Being a kid in the 1970’s had its advantages, the least of which was not being responsible for the horrific clothing your parents made you wear.
The film deftly sketches psychological portraits of some desperate but recognizable human types.
Like Hearts and Minds and Fahrenheit 9/11, Winter Soldier is less documentary than in-the-heat-of-conflict document.
The film is ham-fisted, maddeningly overwritten, and about as subtle as a jackhammer.
Purgatory to Aleksandr Sokurov is spiritual disconnection.
The film may look like an overlit Collective Soul music video, but its stars give it grit.
A wise man once said that art is a negotiation between the found and the made.
The results may surprise you.
There aren’t many people hiking on this particular trail.
Michael Caton-Jones’s sequel feels spayed whenever Sharon Stone isn’t on screen.
Unfortunately, most festivals aren’t as well-funded as, say, the one pictured below.