Gerald Peary
Red Sparrow isn’t great in any way, but, at two hours and twenty minutes, we do get our money’s worth of old-school genre entertainment.
The film becomes a made-for-TV trial melodrama, with actors delivering oratorical speeches and the plot spinning several times with contrived, made-to-shock revelations.
Could Dorothy Malone be the only person in the world to have dated both Sinatra and Liberace?
Credit director Elisabeth Subrin for being resourceful in incorporating her cast’s real-life situations into her storytelling.
How palpable is the combat in Nowhere to Hide!
Robert Frank had dared overturn the central conceit of the great photographs of the Farm Administration 1930s; that the poor were noble creatures.
Like going to Mecca, shouldn’t every committed cinephile get to the Carthage Film Festival once in a lifetime?
This downer comedy is a triumphant entry into the botched, washout male category of cinema.
The Newburyport Documentary Film Festival is leisurely and unpretentious — and addictive.
Critic Commentary: “My Basketball Retirement”
After 36 years of twice-a-week pickup basketball at the Cambridge Y at Central Square, I recently cleared my locker and said adieu.
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