As a hopeless U.S. history nerd, I’m heartbreakingly bored with seeing the same old damn Presidents in every major Hollywood historical picture.
We all want happily ever after, or at least a chance to believe it exists—which is precisely why a film like Blue Valentine is so hard to watch.
In the very first moments of Todd Louiso’s Hello I Must Be Going there is a close-up on Melanie Lynskey’s eyes where they are so dark as to look pupil-less.
I’m interested in something deeper, something that may seem silly or overwrought to people who don’t have animals in their lives. I’m talking silver screen love stories between human beings and their dogs.
On growing up a Jehovah's Witness and escaping through movies.
But Bull Durham also shows us what we should love about growing older—how external and internal circumstance define possibility, and increase pressure to use time most preciously.
In The Broken Circle Breakdown, love doesn’t necessarily survive. Because sometimes, the film seems to say, it can’t.
Well, it’s a brand new year, and so we’ve decided to try something a bit different for our very first issue of 2014.
On the Before trilogy, and when midnight comes for love.
Instead, Don Jon shows the pathology of addiction around a substance that is rarely conceded as addictive in the first place.
On Bright Star and Fanny Brawne.
In the Coen brothers’ 1996 film Fargo, Jerry Lundegaard walks into a North Dakota bar in a cloud of discomfort and, we imagine, arctic air.
