Film
At times, David Thomson’s movie criticism resembles the approach of old-school British critics (the Walter Pater or John Ruskin variety) who didn’t mind occasionally cutting loose from being erudite to waxing lyrical.
The reason these films are in this series is because of their color, and they do not disappoint.
Like the Jon Savage book it is based on, “Teenage” avoids gooey nostalgia; the documentary’s enjoyable to watch, and refreshingly not tongue-in-cheek.
Boston’s MFA should be congratulated for screening these Technicolor musicals in way that does wondrous justice to their eye-popping colors.
Given its its male-weepy genre, the “inspirational sports movie based on a true story,” Million Dollar Arm is surprisingly enjoyable.
In Chef, the preparation of delicious food becomes a metaphor for a quest for meaningful life and love.
The movie intelligently reimagines the Dostoyevsky novella while retaining the emotional turmoil at its core. It’s a brilliantly executed pitch-black comedy.
All that WASP self-reliance and fortitude, and I, the Jew, am thinking, “Isn’t anyone getting hungry? Doesn’t anyone want to use the potty?”
Although “Growing Cities” plays a bit like a home movie, it at least scores points for enthusiasm.
A captivating story, indeed. But is Vivian Maier, suddenly famous, and the subject of a new film, the John Maloof-directed Finding Vivian Maier, a worthy artist?
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