Like all of Cassavetes’ films, A Woman Under the Influence is a story about love: loving others so intensely you lose yourself, loving an idealized version of someone else, loving the past, loving the idea of love. It’s also a story that asks if love alone can solve tremendous challenges—can grow and change over the years and still remain, can supersede outsiders’ judgement, can withstand betrayal.
Everything has a story—love, betrayal, justice. Some might discount the tremendous power of language, yet narrative shapes every aspect of daily life. The truth is just one more story—the one we must search for, that must be unearthed, that is sometimes the hardest to tell.
Kelly Reichardt’s ninth film, The Mastermind, is her most ambitious yet, exploring many of the ideas Reichardt’s been interested in since the beginning of her career: failed subterfuge, male desperation, escape.
The world without fascism that Hayao Miyazaki's Porco Rosso envisions is both plausible and attainable; it simply has to start small, and start somewhere, like any worthwhile idea.
In the story of Alonso Ruizpalacios’ drama La Cocina, struggle is a universal language among the kitchen staff, and dreaming becomes a matter of desperate escape.
A conversation between Strange Days (1995) and One Battle After Another (2025).
Wake Up Dead Man: A Knives Out Mystery and Conclave depict faith at work in a world that’s dark and growing darker. Both films hold faith up to the light and ask: In times like these, what are the faithful to do?
Matteo Garrone’s Io Capitano is told with magic and narrative uplifts that amount to miracles, surpassing documentary or reportage or neorealist cinema into something like a modern-day legend. It is storytelling that wants to take the journey further.
The Spook Who Sat By the Door is a pipe bomb on the video store shelf, a gasoline-filled wine bottle in your DVD cabinet, a vicious bit of malware streamed through hijacked plutocrat satellites.
At its core, High Noon is a parable about civic abandonment, the inherent danger in waiting for the moment to act and discovering that no one will stand beside you—a quality which makes it an apt tale for our current political moment.










