Until a week ago, I hated Willie Nelson.
“It’s a neighborhood movie,” says Jim Mickle, director of Mulberry Street.
Now in its 37th year, ND/NF kicks off tonight with a screening of the Sundance Film Festival prizewinner Frozen River.
Glorious Southern fried sloth, in epic widescreen.
“Something Borrowed” continues spinning at least two, sometimes three, intertwining story lines, all cleverly interweaved and equally interesting.
This podcase was recorded as part of House contributor Kevin Lee’s endeavor to watch the 1000 greatest films of all time.
The film is told with rigorous control, with unobtrusive camerawork and naturalistic, unpretentious sound design.
As evidenced by Dreams from My Father, talking about race comes naturally and forcefully to Obama.
Hip-hop music may be dead at the hands of corporate thug rap, but the culture lives on, worldwide, says Planet B-Boy.
Fan-subbers tend to torrent their wares, causing anime companies to now attack P2P networks.
The film begins (of course) in Vanda’s room.
The Ice Storm tries its best to identity itself with the dark heart of the early ’70s.
Like Criterion’s magnificent Paul Robeson box set from early last year, it reintroduces us to a performer whose gift was ahead of its time.
There’s a sense, at the end here, that Owen is all better now, but he’s not.
The filmmakers have padded their running time with gracefully choreographed but needlessly long, convoluted action scenes.
Honestly, I’m not really sure how it’s possible that South by Southwest exists.
Well, The Wire is over and Omar will never get another pack of Newports—wait, spoilers?
I’m sure Contempt was something to see in 1963.
Funny Games writer-director Michael Haneke is a clever guy.
Fleshed out with excellent archival footage, Sputnik Mania organizes itself on a timeline with Sputnik as the center point.