“Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.” — Anaïs Nin few weeks ago, my wife and I...
My father cries at parades. Especially at the small town variety in which scouts march behind banners made of top...
Robert Altman's Nashville is a musical as well as a disaster movie.
Whether you like it or not, Moulin Rouge! is a huge Bohemian undertaking; it’s a sloppy, over-the-top, fantastical mess of a film with a daring soundtrack.
Every Christmas Eve, my family gathers at my aunt’s house. As is customary in Portugal, we eat bacalhau, or codfish,...
When I was about nine years old, my grandparents came to watch my siblings and I for a long weekend...
“The best show in town was the crowd outside the Casa Rosada crying ‘Eva Peron!’” Film rhythm is something one...
Even as it carefully and thoughtfully breaks down celebrity idolatry, Todd Haynes' Velvet Goldmine never underestimates the power or seductive appeal of being a fan.
David Lynch uses diegetic music in unsettling, absurd ways, amplifying horror by usurping it.
Biopics annoy me, especially ones about musicians. Even those that are largely lauded, like Control (2007), tend to cover too much...
Side A If you saw James Gunn’s Guardians of the Galaxy last year—and, judging by the numbers, you probably did—what do...
We are punks! I am punk rock! I am mad at you about how that boy in the dog collar likes...
