Film
It is most effective when it dwells on the sad influence of history, on personal tragedy, on the banality of evil and cruel indifference.
What follows is a succession of images and tableaux static enough to make Michelangelo Antonioni look like an action-movie director.
Lucky is a showcase for Harry Dean Stanton’s unique talents, which primarily lie in his inhabiting roles as an amped-up or quirkier version of himself.
What keeps Stronger from turning into a patly sentimental yarn is Jake Gyllenhall’s modulated performance.
For the past decade, Jeff Rapsis has improvised live scores for silent films starring Charlie Chaplin, Mary Pickford, and Douglas Fairbanks.
This downer comedy is a triumphant entry into the botched, washout male category of cinema.
The Newburyport Documentary Film Festival is leisurely and unpretentious — and addictive.
Chaos threatens to usurp the plot, but Jennifer Lawrence’s luminous performance keeps the story, such as it is, moving along.
Just about every night at the Brattle through September 23 is Tilda Swinton night. What’s not be thrilled about?
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