The Nation's film critic Stuart Klawans is author of the books Film Follies: The Cinema Out of Order (a finalist for the 1999 National Book Critics Circle Awards) and Left in the Dark: Film Reviews and Essays, 1988-2001. His film criticism and reviews for The Nation won the 2007 National Magazine Award. When not on deadline for The Nation, he contributes articles to the New York Times and other publications.
She was a saint, Renée Zellweger, with her brave chin all
a-tremble, never saying a harsh word to her husband no matter how the
little ones wheezed and shivered in the cruel, cruel cold,
Reviews of Madagascar, Howl's Moving Castle and several other new films.
She has the face of a mermaid--a real one, not a Disney blonde. The wide
undulant mouth drinks in her world like oxygen; the hazel eyes reflect a
bent and wavering light.
Your movie reviewer has been reading Colin MacCabe's excellent book on
Jean-Luc Godard and pondering its discussion of France after World War
As celluloid guinea pig for the American left, I am perfectly willing to
report on the effects of exposure to this month's pop hit, Sin
The scene is Shanghai, or Busby Berkeley's dream of it: a Chinese city
of the 1930s, teeming on the outskirts with rickety tenement compounds,
bustling in its business district with clanging st
Like a melodrama or a political tract--genres it sometimes resembles, in an honorable way--Jonathan Nossiter's documentary Mondovino has a villain you can hiss at.
What might it mean to call a film indispensable? Perhaps not much. At base level, we'd merely be asserting that other films (maybe the vast majority) are candidates for the garbage heap.
About two-thirds of the speaking characters in Constantine are either demons or angels.
I've heard Argentines say that Buenos Aires is more densely populated by psychoanalysts than anyplace else in the world.