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.
Suzanne Wasserman's documentary Thunder in Guyana, which airs on PBS's Independent Lens series at 10 pm on February 22, is the first in-depth look at Janet Jagan, former president of Guyan
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.
Half a century has passed since Manny Farber wrote in these pages about underground films, by which he meant the urban crime movies watched by male loiterers near the Greyhound station, in theate