It look both old and new, subtly insisting that our hopeful and tortured past is also possibly our present.
Out Among the Stars is a reminder of how easy Johnny Cash made it all look even when he was slumping.
Dominik mines an altogether different vein, worlds apart from the mournful, meditative, Malickian The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford.
Ain’t No Grave amounts to a touching and often very sad sendoff.
The execution of these remixes simply isn’t going to impress fans of Cash’s brand of country or of cutting-edge dance music.
Murray Lerner’s coup is photographing Dylan with the same informal quality as the singer-songwriter’s ingenious arsenal of words.
The looming specter of death darkens every corner of American V: A Hundred Highways.
Devastating as his cover of Nine Inch Nails’ “Hurt” may have been, Cash has rarely sounded as accessible as does on Personal File.
The film deftly sketches psychological portraits of some desperate but recognizable human types.
Romanek’s best work poses a serious challenge to others working in his field: Are you gonna go my way?