Lovingly lurid adaptation of a 1927 H. P. Lovecraft story from the too-long missing director of “Hardware” and “Dust Devil.”
In its extended production, James Westby’s documentary about the lure and smell of videostores outlasted many of its locations, but movie love endures.
The “modern” is all around us, but often, variations, visions, breakthroughs go unrecognized.
The heartbeat of two soldiers racing against time in World War I.
Chaplin, Kael, Cage, Lubitsch, Altman, Scorsese, Bertolucci, Reichardt, to banish the winter blues.
Not strictly by the books.
“A Hidden Life” passes like the sun across the sky and clouds across the Alps, warming, falling, brutally assured. It is timeless and it is timely.
What if it had been a “movie”? What if it had been good?
Unspeakable but unmissable folly. The kink abides.
Screen of consciousness: what is a “movie”? What is a mood?