Review
The Fallen Idol is one of the best achieved examples in cinema of seeing the world through the eyes of a child.
Rembrandt’s casual scratches snap into recognizability with the surprise of stage magic. But there’s no trick, it’s the genuine miracle of talent.
It is not surprising that Wendy Warren strains to find words to “comprehend the rank tragedy that resulted from enslavement.”
The author makes fully human an illness marked by absence and estrangement from humanity.
Josa-Jones is a unique mover, totally committed to her movement, and totally moving in every body part.
In no way does Sweetbitter succeed in doing what you are led to expect of it: to frame the post-9/11 zeitgeist.
This new restoration of Dragon Inn is not to be missed on the big screen.
Popstar’s silliness is monumental, and wonderful.
Let’s just say that there’s more than just absurdity for absurdity’s sake here — this is an exercise in wry Swiftian satire.
The documentary Dark Horse is all cliché and yet it’s OK.
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