Gerald Peary
There could have been more serious attention to the music, more of his immortal rock songs played start to finish. Otherwise, Lisa Cortés’ Little Richard: I Am Everything is the documentary about the Black and Queer rock’n’roll icon we’ve been waiting for.
In these short films James Baldwin does not come off as a relaxed person, someone at ease with himself or quite comfortable in the world. You can feel the acute pain as he speaks.
Anyone who cares deeply about cinema owes Jonas Mekas an abiding debt for all that he did for independent American filmmaking.
The Menu serves up a ghoulish and madly entertaining two hours of prime cinema.
In our politically correct times, the temptation would be to make a simplistic film in which Sandra, the good Black woman, is beset by bad white people.
In this genial, colorful memoir, Leslie McFarlane reveals the long path to how, anonymously, he became author of the most best-selling series of boys’ books in publishing history, twenty million volumes and counting.
Max Walker-Silverman’s first feature, A Love Song, is a character-driven, humanist, and deeply ecological present to someone of my generation.
This year, I decided to skip gay films altogether. I got tickets instead for two promising lesbian-themed feature documentaries. An excellent decision.
If the filmmakers are going to delve into the Jazz Fest vaults, how is it possible to show only a few seconds of Professor Longhair and nothing of James Booker, the Meters, the Neville Brothers? Not good.
Film Commentary: The Books That Shaped My Film Aesthetic
Here’s a personal list of the 25 most important, influential books about American cinema. Only one book per author.
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