185 stories by "Gerald Peary"
Legendary actor Toshiro Mifune could be less a stoic ronin, more a silly Jerry Lewis.
The publication of de Baecque and Herpe's wonderful biography needs to be followed in the USA by a complete Éric Rohmer retrospective.
If tourists come here for the fishing, the golf, the grand hotels, the real estate, why not also for an interesting lineup of movies?
At the Vancouver Film Festival, cinema lovers could look at movies which had been much praised at prior festivals, including winning prizes.
Kim Jong-il, then heir to the leadership of North Korea, kidnapped South Korean superstars to beef up the country's impoverished cinema.
Who can complain of ten days on the Lido, by the Adriatic Sea?
If this movie boosts Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings into well-paid entertainers with a major record deal, I salute filmmaker Barbara Kopple.
In her fabulous, intensely involving book, author Katie Roiphe crawls into the deathbeds of five writers who wrote brilliantly and prolifically.
Conclusion: Woody Allen is, and long long has been, an aged fart.
If you are interested in how the architecture within American movie houses shaped the cinema and vice-versa, this often brilliant tome is an instant classic.
The Fallen Idol is one of the best achieved examples in cinema of seeing the world through the eyes of a child.
In no way does Sweetbitter succeed in doing what you are led to expect of it: to frame the post-9/11 zeitgeist.
The documentary Dark Horse is all cliché and yet it's OK.
What fun to have meat carved off the revolving spit!
I appreciate the effort to bring back this rarely seen early Godard. But there are reasons this movie hasn't been previously revived.
If Owen Gleiberman has any complaint against today's world of criticism it's that everyone seems to be speaking in one voice.
I was finally won over in the last act, when Everybody Wants Some! turns a little emotional, a little "girly."
The really unforgivable thing about City of Gold: the dull, flat way in which the food is shown.
The Obamas coming to speak was a rowdy "FU" from the progressive-minded Fest to the rest of Ted Cruz Texas.
It's easy to understand the lure of this historic walled city on the Caribbean.
It's Twilight Zone eerie, as we embark on an anthology film of connected horror stories all happening on the Lost Highway.
The Coen brothers, Joel and Ethan, provide an on-target parody in Hail, Caesar!, their funny period comedy set in '50s Hollywood.
The best discussions are of Vertigo, with David Fincher, the most effective directorial voice of all those interviewed, leading the way.
Laurie Anderson's abstract drawings, 8mm documentary, found footage, and scratched-on celluloid are combined in a frequently mesmerizing way.
What keeps the film churning? Not much. A bit of withheld information.
