Gerald Peary
Terraferma is well-meaning, properly on the side of human rights, but also schematic and thematically heavy-handed.
With a good critic like Peter Rainer, the opinion itself is the least interesting part of the review. It’s the contextualizing of the opinion. And the choice of words on paper.
Before he was a broadcaster, Mary Glickman was one heck of an athlete, a youthful hero in New York known as “the Jewish Red Grange.”
Luis Buñuel would be proud of the scabrous scene in which the Davison clan sit down to supper and the civilized bourgeois meal turns to rot before our eyes.
The bubbling-over sexuality of Paul Schrader’s The Canyons is surely tongue-in-cheek, amusing in its semen-splashed excessiveness.
“Into the Nightmare” is a great book, a monumental book, and an authoritative assimilation of forty years of what everyone, off and on the record, has argued about the Kennedy assassination, plus what author Joseph McBride himself concludes.
Critics have been more than kind to “Museum Hours,” respectful of its sleepy intellectualism in a 2013 summer of brainless action flicks.
Does every semi-famous person deserve a full-length documentary about them?
The based-on-fact A Hijacking is a deft, intelligent, tense and exciting melodrama from Denmark about a Danish ship that is taken by Somali pirates.
Russian intellectuals privately grasp that they must seem like jackasses to the outside world with their primitive attitudes about homosexuality, aligning not with Western Europe but with Nigeria and Uganda and the Muslim world.
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