Interstellar, or The Schizophrenia of Christopher Nolan
Interstellar will whip you back and forth between “That’s kind of neato” and “What the–? This is absurd,” so often you won’t know what to think. Maybe that’s the plan.
Interstellar will whip you back and forth between “That’s kind of neato” and “What the–? This is absurd,” so often you won’t know what to think. Maybe that’s the plan.
A less comedic story than one would expect about a gamer nerd coming face to face with his massive personality flaws.
This Halloween, dare to watch this most gruesome and shocking film!
Join me on a little trip to the Player’s Ball…
In which I am underwhelmed by the latest from director Alejandro Iñárritu.
Given $50,000, leftover sets from a high school movie, and five days to shoot by American International Pictures, could Roger Corman direct a horror movie?
On the new documentary about the New Beverly Cinema, and the drama surrounding its director.
Yearning for the days of madcap, meaningless comedies from your misspent youth? So is director Joe Carnahan.
In which the movie Kubrick disowned is considered in all its Hollywood CinemaScope epic glory.
A weird and compelling documentary that isn’t a documentary about a weird and compelling man.
In which competitive dancing and truck-touching are given the attention they deserve.
A lackadaisical western in which Marlon Brando is loopier than a flock of curlicues.
But he keeps on making them, and when critics savage them, claims he’s not a director. Go figure.
A penetrating look at what may, or, let’s not be coy here, may not, be the most important 19 minutes in the history of film.