This is the tragic tale of a deeply flawed individual who became a casualty of his own excess.
Girl on a Motorcycle gets a stunning 4K upgrade as well as a meaty new commentary track.
The accumulating effect of this airy and resonant film’s formal devices is that of a heartbroken artist learning to reengage with society.
Girl on a Motorcycle imagines the distaff spirit as an uncontrollable orgy of speed and color.
The album identifies Faithfull’s persistent ability to merge individual personality and musical connoisseurship.
The DVD release of this bold, long-unavailable tour de force should be an event to Godard-heads everywhere.
Godard’s films are records (documentaries, even) of personal interests, ecstasies, and agonies at a particular time in the artist’s life.
I think it was Lester Bangs who said listening to Pink Floyd is like wrestling with shit.
Irina Palm blows but Marianne Faithfull gives it her all.
Excuse us while we wash down the film’s nasty aftertaste with some Broken English.
This set confirms the myth built by the first volume.
In Paris Je T’aime, 18 renowned directors contribute star-studded vignettes about amour, each set in a different Parisian neighborhood.
Let the critics eat cake.
Remarkably, Coppola doesn’t ask us to take Marie Antoinette as she thinks she was, but as she probably was.
Before The Poison is a markedly personal record, earmarking another chapter in Faithfull’s 40-year career.
Intimacy’s truths are remarkably universal, so painful yet so sexy in Patrice Chéreau’s hands.