Honoring fact as well as fiction, Kenny mounts an ambitious mixture of cinephilic essay and true-crime exposé.
The book takes a subtle stylistic turn in its second half that might bear quasi-meta significance.
You can count Joe Pesci’s star vehicles on one hand, and people will tell you My Cousin Vinny is the only worthwhile title.
This is my alphabetically arranged list of what I think are world-historically worthwhile films produced after 1986, the year of my birth.
Eons ago, while still in high school, I composed a list of my all-time favorite films for the first time.
The most creative periods for the movies seem to occur about every 30 years, usually triggered by the advent of some new technology.
That the Best Picture category’s “Will it be six or will it be seven?” question was settled as close to 10 as possible without actually being 10 isn’t merely a mark of how much of a mess this year’s Oscars are.
It’s worth considering where The Sopranos fits in the pantheon of great mob stories that have been committed to film.
We all carry these movies around in our heads. Movies that we long to see, but are really just constructs in our mind.
Garrett Brown might be the most influential filmmaker that the moviegoing public hasn’t heard of.
It’s become an industry workhorse not because he was any sort of Luddite, but because he thought the Steadicam encouraged lazy filmmaking.