Lynch understood that many of the fantasies he loved were built on nightmares.
Wim Wenders, it seems, really, really, really loved The New World.
In the immortal words of pioneering film theorist Vachel Lindsay, this is fucking awesome.
I never knew Scott, so my sadness is a viewer’s sadness, purely selfish.
Consensus is not fixed. Shout loud enough and long enough, and you can change it.
Welcome to Robert Altman Blog-a-thon Weekend, in which criticism and commentary sites band together to pay homage to Altman.
Home was shot in 2002 and 2003, edited and sound-mixed in 2004, and made its theatrical debut last year.
Amazingly, this movie has been embraced by some of the country’s most prominent critics.
Just pick a title or titles from Altman’s filmography, or some other vaguely or tangentially Altmaesque topic, and weigh in.
The sci-fi epic that has proved surprisingly divisive for such a gentle movie.
The financial success of Brokeback Mountain undeniably represents a sea change in mainstream acceptance of homosexuality.
Leonardo DiCaprio, like Natalie Portman and Kirsten Dunst, seems less complicated and charismatic the older he gets.
To spend time at Disney parks is to roam inside the American mind, for better or worse.
Munich isn’t simply about vengeance, the whole eye-for-an-eye thing, though that’s certainly topic “A.”
Amazing stuff, particularly the details about the red wolf and the ivory billed woodpecker.
As you may have heard, the New York Press, which publishes my weekly column, has once again lost the top of its masthead.
This one is for the Malick-heads.
The emails were mostly informative and insightful, sometimes infuriating and self-important, but almost always funny as shit…at least to us.
The New World is not merely a movie, but a generation-defining event.
The artist who has really triumphed over adversity is Melissa Etheridge, who was recently diagnosed with breast cancer.