Nicholas Ray's Johnny Guitar is so rigorously, comprehensively excessive, its excesses eclipse any baseline against which excess is typically judged.
The Weight of Family and the Sacrifice for a Better Life in Sam Mendes' Road to Perdition.
How trying and failing at the KonMari method brought an immigrant mom and her daughter closer together.
The truth is, no one knows what the truth is.
George Cukor's Holiday understands that money itself isn’t some darkly moral force in the world—the relentless pressure to produce is.
In 1972, with his film career dried up and few options available, Tab Hunter took a role in the Roger Corman-produced, Curtis Hanson-directed Sweet Kill—a shameless exploitation-flick ripoff of Psycho—and fashioned himself into a monstrous queer.
Contradicting the potential indignity of playing paper thin villains in swishy gowns and opalescent fabrics, there is possibly nothing more dignified in the mind of a young person than a fancy looking woman with a contemptuous laugh and a trim outfit.
Death in Venice remains a tantalizing, sobering piece of work, with hazy morals that have disturbed and fascinated through its 107 years.
Relocating care and running through the invisible world in Kelly Reichardt's Wendy and Lucy.
Martin Scorsese's Conjuring the Rolling Thunder Revue is the life story of the Bob Dylan who mysteriously reemerged onto the Greenwich Village scene of 1975. Or, at least, it’s a story of that Bob Dylan.
Richard Linklater's Before Midnight is preoccupied with the ways in which both the past and future seem to manifest themselves in the present.