Andrzej Wajda’s film is a lean, unwavering look at the effects of artistic idealism in the face of fascist doctrine.
The film is the indelible fulcrum of Kieślowski’s career as a documentarian and his blossoming as a major arthouse auteur.
A Woman Alone raises questions about citizenship in its deepest sense, exposing its limitations.
My Name Is Ki is haunted, albeit indirectly, by Agnieszka Holland’s fierce and brilliant A Single Woman.
Mandy of his films are obsessed with fragility of sexless marriages crumbling under siege from illicit passion.
Szamanka drifts between horror and humor, and thus is not for everyone.
Danton suggests that while blood is thicker than wine, the latter might be a preferable vice for our political leaders.
The bloated, cocksure eponymous character of Danton makes for a puzzling fictional hero, especially in light of his historicity.