Gerald Peary
In her fabulous, intensely involving book, author Katie Roiphe crawls into the deathbeds of five writers who wrote brilliantly and prolifically.
Conclusion: Woody Allen is, and long long has been, an aged fart.
If you are interested in how the architecture within American movie houses shaped the cinema and vice-versa, this often brilliant tome is an instant classic.
The Fallen Idol is one of the best achieved examples in cinema of seeing the world through the eyes of a child.
In no way does Sweetbitter succeed in doing what you are led to expect of it: to frame the post-9/11 zeitgeist.
The documentary Dark Horse is all cliché and yet it’s OK.
What fun to have meat carved off the revolving spit!
I appreciate the effort to bring back this rarely seen early Godard. But there are reasons this movie hasn’t been previously revived.
If Owen Gleiberman has any complaint against today’s world of criticism it’s that everyone seems to be speaking in one voice.
I was finally won over in the last act, when Everybody Wants Some! turns a little emotional, a little “girly.”
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