Swamp-fever, legendary licks and little fried chicken. No one can deny the Creedence.
With all of their differences, the insistence that we are moved is integral to the cinematic enterprises of both Jean Rouch and Robert Drew.
With all the glitz and glamor, it's easy to enjoy the ride—so long as you don't catch a whiff of the manure piling up behind the tent.
The dance of the masculine and feminine is slow and dangerous with ignorance and assumptions in Shariar Mandanipour's tale of a damaged man's ascent to reality.
Pamela Bannos has written a careful, touching, delicate biography that escorts Maier out of the shadows and into the light without risking overexposure.