It’s vital that we continually seek out the people, places, and things which can fill us back up. And for me, like so many of you, movies will always be one of those places.
Big Fish isn’t just a film about Edward Bloom’s remarkable imagination. It’s a film about the way that William Bloom learns to love a father he will never understand.
Explaining Dr. No to my newborn daughter made me feel alive, present, conscious of the sweep of time.
Success can pollute the work, but failure makes it difficult to continue to do it.
Stan Brakhage's Window Water Baby Moving (1959) uses the camera as a transformative tool not only to replicate, but to engage with and reshape how we see.
This is the real image of Kane, passing a set of adjacent mirrors, and the one that resonates through to a present moment that believes wealth and power are the only things worth pursuing: an endless parade of identical angry white men.
Duck Soup still offers audiences today something to hold onto when the going gets tough, inviting you to look adversity straight in the eye, honk your horn, and laugh.
Set “on the eve of World War II,” The Rules of the Game is a devastatingly funny story of deception, betrayal, and adultery in a group of aristocrats and their servants.
The Lord of the Rings is my favorite film, and for 16 years I’ve been too embarrassed to admit it.
Now, Party Girl feels less like a harbinger of a virtually real future, and more like a series of after-images that linger, a nostalgia that shimmers.
Serenity, for me, is a warm quilt on a sick day, my first choice when I’m feeling tired or discouraged or can’t stand the thought of watching any other movie.
if we’re customizing a cinematic bug-out bag with enough nourishment to sustain in us a virtuous vision of the good life, then the Dardennes brothers’ masterpiece Two Days, One Night ought to be on our packing list.