What’s on the screen rings true, but Fire Music falls short of being fair to history.
Evangelion is my personal Rosetta Stone, allowing me to decipher everything from psychoanalytic theory and gender relations to my very own understanding of trauma and the world in which I inhabit.
Sir George Martin’s AIR Studios in Montserrat gave birth to some great ’80s music, then succumbed to the elements.
A documentary about a “crazy genius,” theater owner and film distributor Donald Rugoff, a difficult but insatiable P.T. Barnum-like impresario whose storied rise and tragic fall in the movie business has been overlooked.
Filmmaker David Lowery plumbs the depths of this ancient tale, discovering the places where the human and the otherworldly intersect, where the earthbound meets the ethereal.
Is what we see real or in the spirit world? Whatever, I cheer on filmmaker David Lowery’s luminous time-traveling. Pure cinema poetry.
I want to gird you, readers, for the insanity and beauty of Annette
The results of a Facebook contest for the Best of American Film Noir, 1940-1959
The irony is that this effort, surely not the last, of Hollywood reaching out to the “solid” citizens of Trump’s America will only alienate them further.
It is about time that the filmmaking industry is forced to seriously grapple with issues of sustainability.