Gerald Peary
Under relaxed house arrest, Iranian director Jafar Panahi bravely concedes that, at times during his incarceration, he’s worn down, tempted to end it all.
Read MoreI like to believe that I’m not loony, that, unlike certain 78 collectors profiled by Amanda Petrusich, I have a perspective on all this.
Read MoreI’m miffed that three of the greatest documentaries ever produced, all from around Boston, didn’t make the cut on the Sight & Sound list.
Read MoreLike me, Phyllis Rose frets about the zillion fine books out there that nobody bothers with. Why their neglect? She reasons that it’s because no one pedigreed has championed them.
Read MoreSo what was so impressive about the lineup of films at the 17th Maine Fest? Catnip for me are 35mm films on the big screen..
Read MoreA Coffee in Berlin is described accurately in its publicity as “a slacker comedy.”
Read MoreThe haughty, witty Gore Vidal, my role model, was never happier than when going against the madding American populace.
Read MoreThe Grand Seduction has some mawkish moments, but it’s still a very sweet movie, skillfully made and charmingly told.
What’s not to adore about this super-friendly, hedonistic, 24-hour street party, what summer resident John Waters celebrates as “a gay fishing village,” and what I might label, oxymoronically, a “queer New Orleans.”
Read MoreUnlike Sundance, where “independent” has been stretched to allow for expensive non-studio movies with slumming Hollywood stars, the films we watched at Seattle were mostly low budget.
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