The film assembles an eclectic and impressive crew of actors, writers, directors and scholars to explore the representation of black characters and culture in (mostly) American horror cinema.
Errol Morris allows Stephen Bannon to indulge in his vision of how he will save America, with Donald Trump as his agent and himself as the genius manipulating events.
This blistering new documentary manages to offer a fairly balanced portrait of a man who, at the end of his life, was widely demonized.
Rams is a documentary film carefully crafted to be more than a biography of a great designer.
While nothing happens, there’s an understated splendor in all that’s uneventful here, so much so that I didn’t want to miss any of it.
There are words of wisdom for artists here: they offer a simultaneously nauseating and heartening view of the trade for those actively practicing.
How will PC New Englanders react to seeing nutria gunned down by hunters, and some bashed on their heads to make sure they are dead?
The genius of this film is that no preaching is necessary; it makes its political point in an apolitical way, an art film that is, incidentally, didactic.
What we don’t learn very much about is Elvis’ inner life, his motivations, and his deeper ambitions.
The film is full of salacious details from Hollywood’s heyday, but it is also a tender look at an elderly man whose current existence would be seen by many as difficult.