Recount is the sort of movie that might have been mounted by a studio with hopes of Oscar success 20 years ago.
Jean-Pierre and Luc Dardenne continue their remarkable streak of films with Lorna’s Silence.
Postal is something more than a cult film.
In the film, love triumphs over geography, the laws of coincidence, even a near Titanic-level disaster.
V-Cinema has a fabled history to the Western audience.
The Edge of Heaven is like an unruly kid who draws penises all over your walls in permanent marker.
It all begins in earnest tonight, the official opening of the 34th Seattle International Film Festival.
After the disappointment of Blindness on day one, I enter day two ready to make the most of my time here in Cannes.
Armed with a life-affirming mocha breve from Caffé Zingaro, I make my way to the subterranean blue battleship known as SIFF Cinema.
Now only twilight and sunset.
Will we be a land of Charles Kinbotes?
The episode is a killer setup for this type of two-parter, which always grabs a couple pre-midseason slots.
Blindness would be a tough assignment even for a really smart director, and Meirelles has always been a fundamentally shallow one.
The episode zip along with verve, finding little time for the character moments the last few episodes have been filled with.
In a world of stick figures, Jeff Bridges is a Michelangelo.
I’m happy to say that Lichman and Rizov are back with the arrogant debauchery and drinking that you’ve come to despise and love.
A first-time watcher of The Outsiders could easily follow and appreciate the plot without having to listen to the dialogue.
Let’s make it count
The best reason to attend this festival is the resurrection of Gone to Earth.
Purdy’s feeling for the patterns of individual speech, often expressed in first-person narration, tends to surprise the reader with an unforeseen potency.