Dalton Trumbo, a militant blacklisted screenwriter and novelist, commenting on the fifties struggle against government attempts to throttle the American left, said that in that battle there were

It’s characteristic of Erick Zonca’s extraordinary first feature, The Dreamlife of Angels, that we never learn how Isa got that scar across her right eyebrow.

Although the producers of the Academy Awards ceremony like to boast that a billion people watch their broadcast, I take comfort in knowing that another 5 billion do not.

A man locks his daughters in a one-room house for their first twelve years. The girls–twins–don’t attend school; they don’t play with other kids. They’re never even given a bath.

Said the comic gangster in Payback, misquoting an old saw, “Don’t shit where you eat. Or, I mean, where you live. That’s it.

When a young woman in high school frets about the folks in Mogadishu–when, for that matter, she can spell “Mogadishu”–American moviegoers know she needs a fashion makeover, a boyfriend and an

Nobody asked me to spend my weekend watching movies about alien invasions–so for all I know, I might have been acting on promptings from an otherworldly force.

Has no one informed Dr. Akagi that he’s living in a complex and serious drama about the morale of Japanese citizens toward the end of World War II?

To begin the new year with something old: Milestone Film and Video has just re-released two films of antiquarian interest, directed (appropriately enough) by British film historian Kevin Brownl

What marvels of ill assortment the film distributors perform when they dump their products at the close of the year in hope of award nominations.