Film
Filmgoers hankering for some excellent and exciting new documentary features and shorts should check out the Salem Film Festival, which has gone online.
Women’s maltreatment for 3,000 years registers on Greta Garbo’s tragic visage, whether she is Anna Christie, Camille, or Queen Christina.
The Painted Bird is a coming-of-age story populated by the worst of humankind.
With its many virtues, Flannery isn’t the perfect film biography. It’s a shoot-by-the-numbers conventional PBS American Experience.
Relic draws on the debilitations of both time and space: the inevitable aging of the body and the places we call home, the inescapable repositories of memories, regrets, and the unknown.
Sharp, simple, and well-attuned to the hopelessly grim tenor of these past few years, The Beach House knows how doomed we all are, says we deserve it, and prays that, after the tide comes in to wash us out, the rest will be left to flourish.
It seems evident that hardly anyone knows about the centenary of a moviemaker who, in earlier days, was universally revered, whose hallowed name was synonymous with art-house cinema.
‘BCN left behind some big shoes, but they can be filled. And there are inspiring signs that the kids, not the grizzled veterans of last century, will do the filling.
Family Romance, LLC is a wrong-headed, inferior Herzog movie. Wake up, Werner! Oh, for a jolt of Klaus Kinski.
Arts Reconsideration: “Pinocchio” at 80
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