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.
Force Majeure is Gone Girl for grownups. It is probably the film you will most regret not seeing this year.
On the new documentary about the New Beverly Cinema, and the drama surrounding its director.
When Laura Poitras, after receiving encrypted emails from Snowden, came to meet him in Hong Kong with her camera, she did us all an immense favor.
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.
These filmsmade an unfortunate discovery of their own. Audiences did not want to see one Columbus movie, let alone two.
A weird and compelling documentary that isn’t a documentary about a weird and compelling man.
One half of this film is about the life of Mosab Hassan Yousef, son of a Hamas leader, betrayer of his people, inside-out savior assailant.
Pink Flamingos is filthy in its conception and it is filthy in its actualization. It is the largest freak flag you can find flying.
A lackadaisical western in which Marlon Brando is loopier than a flock of curlicues.
There have been all too few films that have addressed the utterly alien in a way that’s even vaguely adequate.
But he keeps on making them, and when critics savage them, claims he’s not a director. Go figure.
Landis, like a cross between James Carville and unspooled gauze, could not be more fascinating or authentic.