Film
Film fans who love the style and spirit of early-thirties Hollywood will have to control themselves from drooling happily all over this fabulously written, photo-filled volume.
By Sarah Osman Jay Kelly is a shallow attack on shallowness. Jay Kelly, directed by Noah Baumbach. Screening at Coolidge Corner Theater, AMC Theaters, Landmark Kendall Square Cinema. Who are you when you’re always playing other people? And what happens when, even as “yourself,” you feel you are still playing a character? That is the…
This is a lyrical, visually arresting, if sometimes verbally prolix film version of Denis Johnson’s sublime 2011 novella.
Director Joachim Trier is a masterful arbiter of storytelling conceits and tones: by turns subtle, ironic, melodramatic, cold, and, often, heartbreaking.
Like other Eastern European artists, Radu Jude is at his best channeling his anger through dark comedy.
“Die My Love” is a healthy bitch-slap, its shock encouraging young folks to dismiss the bullshit about relationships too many other movies have hawked over the past decade and a half or so.
A preview of a few of the obscure gems and curios in this huzzah to Columbia Pictures.
The Boston Jewish Film Festival supplies some glimmers of optimism.
A quartet of films whose topics range from modern love and protecting animals to family dysfunction and a who-done-it with a vintage doll detective on the case.
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