This tender documentary makes an airtight case that cinema has lost a very special person.
I happily read The Earth Dies Streaming through, all 433 pages of acute, often brilliant writing. And also often funny as hell.
Echo in the Canyon is a sublimely moving documentary celebration of a nonpareil moment when, a half century ago, the Southern California scene boasted giants of music.
The P-Town Fest was the site of several first-rate documentaries.
Joanna Hogg refuses by aesthetic principle to put a lot of inflection into her scenes, steering them away from melodrama and even heated drama. As a result, some episodes are half-baked, sketchy, and flat.
In the case of a scene set in the Lodz Ghetto, the lineup of characters on the way to the concentration camps veered, for me, close to Holocaust porn.
“The world is in very bad shape, but cinema in a way is a peaceful life.” — Agnès Varda
I saw a handful of fiction films which were well directed, capably acted, and offered meaningful stories.
The first three films I watched at SXSW this year were picked by me with the editors in mind. Not coincidentally, the editors also had pedigreed Massachusetts roots.
Greta is a slight, uninspired by-the-numbers genre film — we’ve seen this paranoia-inducing tale too often.