Film
Musician Levon Helm’s folksy ideas about life, the anecdotes he shares, his reverence for American music and for the friends and comrades who gather around him, are inspirational.
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.
The documentary was originally screened at South by Southwest in 2010 while Levon Helm was still alive, but with his death from cancer in 2012, the film now serves as a heartfelt tribute to a true American original.
Lindsay Lohan is prostituting herself to a dreary vision of a Tinseltown shorn of even flickers of glory. And I like that.
Fuse film critic Betsy Sherman has written a series of haiku inspired by an all-night marathon of film noir screenings.
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 understated soundtrack by Texas musician Daniel Hart and the ominous cinematography of Bradford Young complement director David Lowrey’s keen sense of pacing.
The Attack is a movie that tries to get to the core of violence without dissolving into its depiction.
There are plenty of intensely moving moments in this expansive biopic, based very loosely on a real White House butler named Eugene Allen, who was profiled by Wil Haygood in a 2008 Washington Post feature.
Jobs is not an awful movie so much as an awkward one — it falls short of its intent, which I assume is to dramatize the tenacity of genius.
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