Fuse Book Review: "Missing Reels" " Breezy Film Fiction
Ace film blogger Farran Smith Nehme's first novel grows directly out of her adoration of classic American cinema.
Ace film blogger Farran Smith Nehme's first novel grows directly out of her adoration of classic American cinema.
Are men totally useless in Zero Motivation? Well, they can come in handy when you want to use one of them as a sexual object.
Tommy Lee Jones's The Homesman could have been an old-fashioned Hollywood Western. Thankfully, it isn't.
So what's the verdict on The Irish Pub? A well-meaning film, but lacking in excitement.
Why, when finally caught, didn't mark Landis land in jail? Here's the rub. He was a consummate liar and a big-time deceiver but he's never committed a jailable crime.
There's no debate: The Great Gatsby is the Great American Novel, with Moby Dick and Huckleberry Finn as also-rans.
Playwright Harold Pinter is behind the austere screenplay, keeping things puzzling, an often silent script punctured with bursts of cryptic, hostile dialogue.
Contextualizing is everything. And that's particularly true of Last Days in Vietnam, where the odious things Americans did there weigh down the ostensible heroics shown in our exiting the co…
The highest praise for the way the great cinematographer Bridger Nielson has lit the film's haunted house..
Jealousy is a misleading title for this touching movie, as the characters are less jealous than forlorn when those they love move on to other loves.
It would be a great pity if the MWFF, with its luminous history, was put out to pasture.
Seeing Exhibition is like spying through a window on our most glamorous neighbors moving about their flat: it's kind of kinky, kind of fun.
If Van Gogh had picked up an acoustic guitar, he'd be Frank.
Under relaxed house arrest, Iranian director Jafar Panahi bravely concedes that, at times during his incarceration, he's worn down, tempted to end it all.
I like to believe that I'm not loony, that, unlike certain 78 collectors profiled by Amanda Petrusich, I have a perspective on all this.
I'm miffed that three of the greatest documentaries ever produced, all from around Boston, didn't make the cut on the Sight & Sound list.
Like me, Phyllis Rose frets about the zillion fine books out there that nobody bothers with. Why their neglect? She reasons that it's because no one pedigreed has championed them.
So what was so impressive about the lineup of films at the 17th Maine Fest? Catnip for me are 35mm films on the big screen..
A Coffee in Berlin is described accurately in its publicity as "a slacker comedy."
The haughty, witty Gore Vidal, my role model, was never happier than when going against the madding American populace.
The Grand Seduction has some mawkish moments, but it's still a very sweet movie, skillfully made and charmingly told.
What's not to adore about this super-friendly, hedonistic, 24-hour street party, what summer resident John Waters celebrates as "a gay fishing village," and what I might label, oxymoronicall…
Unlike Sundance, where "independent" has been stretched to allow for expensive non-studio movies with slumming Hollywood stars, the films we watched at Seattle were mostly low budget.
Most of HBO's "The Normal Heart" is a pretty decent adaptation of the 1985 stage script, with some good things added, including an effective pre-credit section set on Fire Island in 1982.
The best corned beef in the Boston area by far is, get this, at an Italian lunch joint in Downtown Crossing, Sam LaGrassa's.