You adjust the bowtie on your tuxedo. I’m at Cannes, a fucking dream come true.
Few films have slipped so entirely under my skin—and changed the way I experience the world—as Picnic at Hanging Rock.
What most entices in Julie Taymor's Titus is the images, even without context.
To the Wonder shows Oklahoma in the ways I’ve learned to see it in the decade since I’ve left—beautiful, expansive, and empty.
You could say that Eyes Wide Shut has all the significance of a dream, and you might be correct. But as Alice says near the end of the film, ‘No dream is ever just a dream.’
Of what does Sergeant Nicholas Brody dream?
Barton Fink’s real commitment is to his Art. The struggle, he shouts from his high horse, is here, finger pressed firmly against his temple.
We will never understand all of the strange and horrible and perfect and wriggling things in nature. But they will understand us.
In Being John Malkovich, the appearance of things working out or making sense is a signal to be uneasy.
There’s an old adage in the music industry that a band has a lifetime to write, assemble, and record songs for its very first record, but only a handful of months to put together its second.
Contained within Good Night, and Good Luck is the sense of a turning point.
She wasn’t an avatar for women’s liberation; she was the real thing. And, in the deft hands of Mary Tyler Moore, she was funny as hell.
