Throughout, Christopher Doyle acknowledges that time and reality are often marked by a slippery subjectivity.
I’m totally willing to admit, at the outset, the possibility that any of my favorite 10 below may decline in estimation over time.
It’s silly to complain about anything when spending time in the company of Pedro Almodóvar, Jerzy Skolimowski, and Wim Wenders.
Steve Coogan is brilliant…and has to still tell us so.
It’s hard to pinpoint exactly why Days of Being Wild doesn’t quite move me like Wong’s other films.
It’s not the music, it’s the refrains that got me.
Gus Van Sant finally crawls out from under his Béla Tarr-inspired long-take detachment and dares to explore an interior landscape in ways not seen since My Own Private Idaho.