The Wolf of Wall Street: Weekend at Bernie Madoff’s
What we’re discussing here, during the Oscar crush, is the cinematic equivalent of gout.
What we’re discussing here, during the Oscar crush, is the cinematic equivalent of gout.
Who would you be if you could be someone else?
Norman Jewison isn’t one of those directors whose name sets off a flurry of flashbulbs. He never won an Academy Award, or played golf with Richard Nixon (I’m assuming), or […]
Inside Llewyn Davis, in which Joel and Ethan Coen go dark and plotless for their look at a struggling New York folk singer in ’61, is their best movie since Barton Fink.
In this, the last week before the son of the wrathful sky god blesses the desert tribes with slightly more UV and a cubic yard of now-useless wrapping paper, we rightfully turn our adulating gaze upon his, the holiest of forms. We bow our heads and briefly stop buying things to praise Elvis.
Heathen that I am, I’d never seen any of Robert Bresson’s movies until, oh, just now, or thereabouts, when I watched A Man Escaped, his fourth feature, from ‘56. Bresson […]
What were the 10 best films of 2013? Which 10 films were the worst? The loudest? The densest? The most likely to impregnate you with a litter of gerbils? These […]
Eat the damn thing, kid. It’s a good movie. Tastes like Serpico.
And I mean that in the worst way possible.
“What’s past is prologue,” wrote that clever chap Shakespeare. “Study the past, if you would divine the future,” wrote that thoughtful fellow Confucius.
Wherein various items arise for discussion, not least of which are the three indie movies named above.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. Or these two.
Women, right? Can’t live with ’em—so they say—unless you’re lucky, or you are one, or you live with, I dunno, a mother who loves you or something. You do have […]
Three movies full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.