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It is safe to predict that the winner in this category will one of the entries that squares off against mortality.
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Did I try to fit in at my segregated school, betraying my father and his values to be a popular white boy?
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Shame on you, Academy, for such feeble, uninspired, downer picks.
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Not since Michelangelo Antonioni’s Blow-Up and L’Aventura has there been such a mesmerizing tale of the more you look, the less you find out.
How will PC New Englanders react to seeing nutria gunned down by hunters, and some bashed on their heads to make sure they are dead?
Reading is treated as a commodity, namedropping literary titles as a way for middlebrow film audiences to feel proud of themselves for being in the know.
The Lady from Shanghai is a black comedy of manners, a “film noir” near-masterpiece.
Sylvain Chomet's sublime 2004 feature is a shimmering, knowing homage to the beginnings of sound animation.
In 1957's Pal Joey, Rita Hayworth makes an indelible impression as a screen siren, as sexy as in her '40s heyday.
I made a pledge last week to compromise my movie going, and in a silly, humiliating way.
Womanizing Astaire grasps that Rita is the loveliest catch of all, and a keeper, in this musical treat.
Tony Zierra’s film is a worthy and interesting one, but I admit to becoming worn down by the endless litany of unglamorous ways that protagonist Leon Vitali worked his butt off for the gen…
Let the Sunshine In is French filmmaker Claire Denis's one-note ode to the power of love even when, in this case, love stinks like dead fish.
Claire’s Camera is enjoyable and charming, but it’s definitely minor Hong, made on a lark at Cannes.
Food porn? You know it when you see it.
Red Sparrow isn’t great in any way, but, at two hours and twenty minutes, we do get our money’s worth of old-school genre entertainment.
The film becomes a made-for-TV trial melodrama, with actors delivering oratorical speeches and the plot spinning several times with contrived, made-to-shock revelations.
Could Dorothy Malone be the only person in the world to have dated both Sinatra and Liberace?
Credit director Elisabeth Subrin for being resourceful in incorporating her cast’s real-life situations into her storytelling.
How palpable is the combat in Nowhere to Hide!
Robert Frank had dared overturn the central conceit of the great photographs of the Farm Administration 1930s; that the poor were noble creatures.
After 36 years of twice-a-week pickup basketball at the Cambridge Y at Central Square, I recently cleared my locker and said adieu.
Like going to Mecca, shouldn’t every committed cinephile get to the Carthage Film Festival once in a lifetime?
This downer comedy is a triumphant entry into the botched, washout male category of cinema.
The Newburyport Documentary Film Festival is leisurely and unpretentious -- and addictive.
Everyone who loves documentary, who cherishes the Maysles brothers’ legacy, should rush to the Brattle Theatre to see In Transit.
It’s probably unfair, but attending the Flaherty, I kept seeing in my mind the pig Napoleon and his attack dogs in George Orwell’s Animal Farm.
The well has evaporated for much of new American independent cinema.
Two of the best feature documentaries this year at the Provincetown Film Festival were gay-themed.
This time that we’re getting a too-sweetened take on Hasidism, and maybe of Jewish Orthodoxy in all of its manifestations.
The IFFBoston somehow gets even better with each incarnation.