There is something about the existential angst of Larry Gopnik (Michael Stuhlbarg) that--I don't know--might have felt at home in an anthology with John Cheever's "Death of Justina" or on a double-bill with whatever film about the silence of God that Ingmar Bergman had just released in 1963. Read more
Biniez doesn’t mock Jara but instead lets us see the world through his eyes. Read more
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Summit Entertainment heard their cries and has delivered a well-wrought, thoughtful version of New Moon that, while not a scene-for-scene rendering of the novel, is pretty much what readers like myself imagined as they read Bella’s tale of heartbreak and painfully slow recovery Read more
OK, I admit it. I’m a sucker for the Coming-Of-Age film genre Read more
One strength of the film is that it relies heavily on the words of a wordsmith. Read more
Although the movie is named for Sterling Hayden’s character, the story really revolves around saloon girl turned saloon owner, Vienna, played by Joan Crawford. I’ll chock the ill-chosen title up to the fact that it’s 1954, and who wants to see a Western called Vienna? Read more
I never did attend film school or seminary, or design my own college major combining my two primary interests. And 25 years later, I’m not convinced Blood Simple is any more spiritually significant than any other noir-ish thriller that visits biblically proportioned consequences on the black hearts of its protagonists. But God bless Cathleen Falsani for trying to convince me it is. Read more
No pretentious film critic ever made himself look smarter than everyone else (or ahead of the curve) by walking out of a major film festival shouting, “Campion! Hornby! Kore-eda!” or “me too!” Read more
As a professional literature teacher, I always feel guilty about not getting behind the Cormac McCarthy bandwagon. Surely anything that promotes reading of a more literate kind, that gets people to take serious literature seriously, ought to be championed, embraced...revered. Read more
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