Scuttlebutt has it that this year’s edition of the New York Film Festival is one of the richest in the festival’s 44-year history.
As usual, the festival will be remembered equally for the films left outside its door.
No Dogville-style polemic or drama of Mystic River-sized proportions here, but the difficult balancing act between commerce and high art is still evident.
As usual, this year’s New York Film Festival slate features numerous recyclables from Cannes and Toronto.
The New York Film Festival turns 40 this year with more style and grace than its Toronto and Cannes counterparts.
Old school meets new school at the festival, where a formidable faction of Nouvelle Vague auteurs and their upstarts overwhelm the program.