Film
Luchino Visconti made theatrically tinged movies driven by music, indebted to painting, sculpture, architecture, and literature—he accomplished, dare I say, a fusion of the arts.
Tony Zierra’s film is a worthy and interesting one, but I admit to becoming worn down by the endless litany of unglamorous ways that protagonist Leon Vitali worked his butt off for the genius filmmaker.
Let the Sunshine In is French filmmaker Claire Denis’s one-note ode to the power of love even when, in this case, love stinks like dead fish.
Writer-director Michael Pearce’s debut feature is self-assured and finely-wrought.
There is real suspense and pathos in this political drama, beneath the standard cinematography and pacing.
A wide-ranging slate of documentary features on display in this year’s Independent Film Festival Boston. Here’s a sampling of a few of the standout films coming up.
What starts off as a rollicking entertainment ends with a flourish of profundity.
This time around, as both a writer and director, Paul Schrader has a found a story, and the artistic restraint, to convey his elevated vision.
Wild Wild Country details the insane clusterfuck that results when faith, fundamentalism, and media hype intersect.
In You Were Never Really Here, Lynne Ramsay’s themes of alienation, violence, guilt and redemption are once again present, albeit in a more frenetic form than before.
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