Highlights of this year’s FIDMarseille included works that traveled beyond the European continent in search of lost (and unknown) connections.
I say this with love: My father is a master of rhetoric. He is a master of rhetoric without, by his own admission, ever having mastered anything to do with rhetoric.
Basement Jaxx have unveiled a new single, presumably from their first album in four years.
It’s as much a parody of the new horror breed as it is of the 1950s monster flicks.
Golubic sees similarities between the live music space and the work of synching sound to image.
For all you geriatric mutants looking around for your glasses, McAvoy and Fassbender are shown within their colored Xs.
British singer-songwriter Sam Smith’s rich, soulful vocals are pitched up and down, looped, and otherwise beautifully disfigured.
The robbers in The Bling Ring aren’t the professionals scripted by John Huston, W.R. Burnett, and Ben Maddow in The Asphalt Jungle
As goofy golf movies go, Caddyshack II isn’t even on par with Happy Gilmore.
Yuck has unveiled the lead single from the follow-up to their acclaimed self-titled debut.
“The Perfect Batch: Breaking Bad Cast Favorites” is part of FSLC and AMC’s week-long celebration of the series.
Lionsgate sure has been having its fun with the poster campaign for You’re Next.
My mother hates Charles Grodin, and not for something he did in real life.
Yippie-ki-yay, Voldemort.
Monty Python was arguably the most versatile of comic troupes.
The Dead Pool plays like a greatest-hits collection of Dirty Harry movie elements.
I hate to take the easy road and say that the designers of the poster thought outside of the box, but, hey, if the metaphor fits.
The Grandmaster is an expectedly exquisite work which reveals its author’s fingerprints in every frame, motion, and emotion.
Dirty Mary Crazy Larry boasts its fair share of quotable dialogue ranging between wistful philosophizing, off-the-cuff calumny, and cornball caricature.
The sequel to Steve Gordon’s Arthur wears its intentions on its sleeve.