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.
Clint Eastwood's Mystic River, which opened this year's New York
Film Festival on a somber but resonant note, is perhaps the finest
western ever to be set in South Boston.
The setting is a one-room schoolhouse, which is momentarily unoccupied
except for a pair of turtles.
A Love Affair for the postcollege, flirting-with-Buddhism set,
Sofia Coppola's Lost in Translation is a travelogue of the
emotions, concerned with the deepening relationship betwe
This was the summer when the movies were so bad, people were reduced to
complaining about a Mel Gibson film they hadn't seen.
Here's our man, starring in a movie about himself.
If you've seen Pleasantville--the story of teenagers who are
magically transported from 1990s reality into 1950s television--you know
that its writer-director, Gary Ross, has a sly respe
It's always good fun to see a boy wax romantic over the first girl to
give him a handjob--and if the boy should be a black-hatted Jew, the fun
is only improved.
This Independence Day, the symbolic struggle being waged on thousands of
screens across the Empire pits Reese Witherspoon against Arnold
Schwarzenegger, gooey-sweet girl against impassive (but
I have often been asked the difference between movie reviews and film
criticism; and after much thought, I've decided the answer is about one
Romeo Dallaire has the name of a silent-movie star and a face to match:
clear eyes, ample mustache, chin of cleft granite.