It was what we did every Saturday night. Before we discovered dating, drugs, and delinquency, the pre-adolescents of the ‘60s and ‘70s sat down in
The most revolutionary thing about punk wasn’t the music, though it’s hard to imagine that ‘70s listeners were ready for the Ramones/Sex
To the typical narrow-minded Westerner, martial arts mean one thing and one thing only - lots of mindless violence choreographed in a sensationally surreal manner.
We’re two months in, and yet the Summer season continues on. For 30 May, here are the films in focus:Son of Rambow [rating: 7]Wistful
It’s clear that, if music provides the soundtrack to our lives, movies make up the mental scrapbook. While we are a far more aural
The art of suspense is dead, or at the very least, dying. Few in post-modern filmmaking know how to establish dread without drowning it in
Michael Patrick King takes about two or three season finales' worth of tears and OMG jawdroppers and whacks them together into a big, sloppy, gooey sundae of a film that is, for better or for worse, just like the show … only longer.
Revisiting Annie Hall the other evening, this critic was struck at how mature and well meaning the movie was. At the time of its release,
He got his start like most pre post-modern moviemakers, via the still struggle medium of ‘50s/‘60s television. There, his approach was allowed to take
In the world of weak analogies, Steven Spielberg is the Beatles of blockbuster movies. He literally invented the genre, reconstructed it when it went wonky,