Echo in the Canyon is a sublimely moving documentary celebration of a nonpareil moment when, a half century ago, the Southern California scene boasted giants of music.
The P-Town Fest was the site of several first-rate documentaries.
Joanna Hogg refuses by aesthetic principle to put a lot of inflection into her scenes, steering them away from melodrama and even heated drama. As a result, some episodes are half-baked, sketchy, and flat.
In the case of a scene set in the Lodz Ghetto, the lineup of characters on the way to the concentration camps veered, for me, close to Holocaust porn.
“The world is in very bad shape, but cinema in a way is a peaceful life.” — Agnès Varda
I saw a handful of fiction films which were well directed, capably acted, and offered meaningful stories.
The first three films I watched at SXSW this year were picked by me with the editors in mind. Not coincidentally, the editors also had pedigreed Massachusetts roots.
Greta is a slight, uninspired by-the-numbers genre film — we’ve seen this paranoia-inducing tale too often.
It is safe to predict that the winner in this category will be one of the entries that squares off against mortality.
Did I try to fit in at my segregated school, betraying my father and his values to be a popular white boy?