Now honestly: Does this whole post already sound a little blah blah blah?
I Am Love is often torpid, sometimes laughable, and occasionally deeply moving.
What I once hailed as the best movie in the history of the world (I was 13) is an uncomfortable thing that doesn’t rank with its creator’s best.
Pirate Radio is based in reality the way a kite is based wherever its holder is standing at the moment.
Yes, the heart has its reasons.
Wow wow wow wow wow!
At Rooftop Films, the magic of cinema slices right through the hype.
Ozu Yasujirô’s I Was Born, But… is naturalism at its best.
The two are polar opposites in a lot of ways.
Lightweight escapism is only fun if it’s light on its feet.
The six-part video essay Razzle Dazzle looks at how movies have examined the many facets of fame.
Andrey Zvyagintsev’s film is moody and brimming with significance and potential tragedy even when nothing much seems to be happening.
One part ’70s rogue male action movie, another part innovative Hollywood blockbuster pushed all the way to 11.
It was a joke, of course. But not entirely. Rambo II offered not just entertainment, but lessons.
I left Grown Ups feeling as if Hollywood had given me a great big wedgie.
What could possibly go wrong? A lot, it turns out.
Just about everything I’ve written about so far in this Movie a Day series is pretty easy to find no matter where you live.
In the end, it brings us back to reality with the reminder that a condition like depression is not to be negated by one moment of joy.
That train of Buster Keaton’s will always run ahead of the curve.
MSF doctors, it turns out, are just fallible, flawed human beings, doing what comes naturally to at least some members of this war-happy species.