All the President’s Men evokes a quiet, pervasive anguish.
Despite all of its hilarity and slapstick, Howard Hawks' His Girl Friday has a serious, dark heart.
Gus Van Sant's My Own Private Idaho is beautiful, liminal, disorienting—a film full of references, allusions, and visual poetry.
Frances Ha is about friendship, but it’s also about figuring out how to make a job out of doing what you love.
A film like Silver Linings Playbook shows a bit of what love can offer to us, in all our various states of brokenness.
The dialectics of Spike Jonze's Her follow the limitations and liberties of technology and humanity.
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.
On the Before trilogy, and when midnight comes for love.
On Who Framed Roger Rabbit?, Chinatown, and the battle for L.A.’s soul.
The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford is as much about the incalculable weight of this mythology as it is the titular deed.
To talk about 12 Years a Slave is to talk about how much history has failed us, and we it.
David Lowery's Ain’t Them Bodies Saints manages to suggest a vernacular, a presence, and a mythos; a story about bodies and survival and need.