I remember hearing Judd Apatow say he cast his daughter, Maude Apatow, in The King of Staten Island because it gave him partial excuse to spend time with her i...
Depending on who you ask, the term “literary cinema” can have good or bad connotations. At worst it implies an over-reliance on handheld camera work, dull natu...
Speaking about his underseen 1970 film British Sounds, Jean-Luc Godard said it was important that the bourgeois heard oppressive factory noise the working clas...
This writer is not necessarily fond of Quebecois director Denis Côté's experiments, which oscillate between slow-cinema, documentary, and deeply unfunny deadpa...
You have to hand it to Atom Egoyan: no matter how many flops he’s accrued, he won’t chase trends. While his new film Seven Veils positions itself in the high-d...
In the midst of a festival setting, catching up with all the best of world cinema and the contemporary avant-garde, you basically hope––sometimes even luckily ...
I remember hearing Viggo Mortensen on an episode of Here’s The Thing with Alec Baldwin where he came off as the rare combination of pretentious but likable. A ...
I was thinking about my motherI was thinking about what’s mineI was living my life like a HollywoodBut I was dying, dying on the vine
–– John Cale
It was...
Wholly possible that it was a script kicking around since the mid-2000s pitched as “Speed meets Phone Booth” with a few hence-added references to “the dark web...
It was only last week I was reviewing a new take on the Dracula myth, The Last Voyage of the Demeter. Deeper into both the dog days of August and the realms of...