In this, its 15th iteration, Noir City shifts from showing obscure and long-lost noirs in order to focus on all sorts of heist films — many of them more modern but no less obscure.
Tarantino’s debut is no cakewalk.
One of the more unpleasant movies you will ever, if you’re smarter than me, not bother to watch.
The Grand Budapest Hotel is not set in Hungary. It’s set in the imaginary European Republic of Zubrowka. More exactly, it’s set in the little dollhouse of Wes Anderson’s head.
Tell me there’s a new independent movie that’s half live-action, half animation, abrim with social commentary, and based on a story by funny/brilliant Polish science fiction author Stanislaw Lem, and I am going to see that movie