The documentary has a “why me?” element to it, with a dark comic edge, but it isn’t a pity party.
A fuller accounting of the creative contributions of women to the film industry in its early decades is still fighting for a place in mainstream awareness. The documentary Be Natural is a valuable battering ram in that fight.
Our demanding critics choose the best (and the most disappointing) films of the year.
“They were pieces of shit when we shot ‘em, but later on they became relics.”
Arts Fuse critics select the best in film, dance, visual art, theater, music, and author events for the coming weeks.
Her Smell is funny-terrifying, alluring-repulsive, moving-disturbing, era-capturing and timeless.
Even an imperfect work-for-hire like Damaged Lives can show the touch of an artist.
Luchino Visconti made theatrically tinged movies driven by music, indebted to painting, sculpture, architecture, and literature—he accomplished, dare I say, a fusion of the arts.
We’re losing Lewis’s generation of Depression-bred, Borscht Belt-weaned entertainers with their un-ironic neediness for laughs and their canny way of getting them.
Landline is a textured, often funny and subtly acted portrait of a family experiencing rumblings set off by sexual affairs.