Steven Spielberg’s West Side Story is fairly entertaining, fairly decent, but that’s about it.
Bergman Island is a curious, intelligent film that suffers from a disappointing breakdown.
Is what we see real or in the spirit world? Whatever, I cheer on filmmaker David Lowery’s luminous time-traveling. Pure cinema poetry.
The results of a Facebook contest for the Best of American Film Noir, 1940-1959
The Road to Ruin is a practically unknown film begging for discovery, and to be championed as a startling example of pre-Code cinema. And as a keystone for creating a directorial reputation for “Mrs. Wallace Reid.”
John Waters and I were in sync with our favorite in this year’s festival.
What motivated me to read this book? Not for a special love of Midnight Cowboy, a movie which I like but isn’t ultimately important to me. It was to learn about James Leo Herlihy, who has interested me since I was an adolescent.
A Reckoning in Boston demonstrates that fifty years after the bussing-era failures to improve the lives of Black people, there is, in James Rutenbeck’s telling words, “No justice, no truth, no reconciliation.”
RIP Morris Dickstein, among the last of the generation of the New York School of Jewish intellectuals, scholar/critics of massive knowledge and intellect who came from humble backgrounds.
In its celebration of current-day Black culture, and of the vitality of Black youth, The Inheritance is an optimistic work.