185 stories by "Gerald Peary"
Jafar Panahi's Taxi is a winning, happy, unhappy, humane little road movie.
Through the affectionate, articulate memories of those who worked there, Drunk Stoned Brilliant Dead is mostly a straight-ahead telling of the vivid life of The National Lampoon.
Does Meet the Patels ever go deeper than an amusing family comedy? It does for a time...
This film, written and directed by Lucie Borleteau, is not exactly feminist, nor need it be.
It's always been fun, the best festival in North America to educate oneself with movies from foreign lands.
Bob Dylan had been soundly booed for playing a set plugged. What ninnies dictate the rules in the backwater world of American folk music!
For those of us who value a formal education done right, this volume is a glorious celebration.
This Rhode Island-shot Woody Allen film has its pleasures: interesting actors, philosophical chitchat, an appealing academic setting.
An artist who readily quoted Kierkegard? Actually, Robert Motherwell always resisted his media image, the ex-Ivy League graduate student who is a philosopher-intellectual before he is an art…
A round-up of films seen and people talked to at this year's Provincetown International Film Festival -- a moveable feast.
This documentary explores the lives of 6 movie-crazed, teenage brothers who grew up locked away in a NYC housing project.
What makes Twelve-Cent Archie such a congenial read is that Bart Beaty is a free thinker about comic books, going wherever, and with whatever improvised opinion, through his 100 brisk, chatt…
Many of the films being made in Massachusetts are by independent Massachusetts filmmakers, most of them documentarians. Why is nobody talking about how to subsidize them via the tax credit?
In his Boston Globe review, Ty Burr complained Félix and Meira was needlessly slow in the telling. I felt that the movie is needlessly discreet.
Why did this version of Far from the Madding Crowd have to be so straight-laced and traditional, so bland and dull?
I've served on several dozen film juries about the globe in the last three decades. I can't recall ever having a choice of so many splendid films from which to award a grand prize.
At a mere 1 hour and 34 minutes, Chuck Workman's documentary about Orson Welles is rushed and sometimes choppy, leaping through the filmmaker's bountiful life.
Robert Christgau, the author of 14,000 record reviews, mostly in his decades as music editor of Village Voice, makes the case for expansiveness as the best aesthetic.
The Zellner brothers' excellent film is inspired by a Japanese urban legend of a young woman who came to America supposedly because of Fargo, and then committed suicide in the snows.
Director Abderrahmane Sissako wants the viewer to have the golden-age city in mind when, today, 2015, we see how terrible life has become there.
What Oscar Wilde was peddling in America was beauty. Art for art's sake. Gorgeous flowers. Ravishing colors.
These films demonstrate what's often so great about documentaries: here's where you find real courage and everyday heroism, and not in mythic, muscular, blockbusters.
Why did Patton Oswalt submit himself, for a time, to drowning in movies? I never quite understood that..
What is served at Wasabi is so-o-o-o fresh.
Perhaps Top Five is Chris Rock's penance for doing lucrative-paying voices for the insanely popular Madagascar animation franchise.
