They didn't just make sci-fi films on this side of the Iron Curtain, you know.
Julian Schnabel's bio-pic of shooting-star graffiti artist Jean-Michel Basquiat paints a fine picture.
Nick Cave writes an Australian Western. Lots of blood. Good film.
Caché: Haneke makes your throat hurt, but can you clothe the emperor?
Gillo Pontecorvo's other, other film: Marlon Brando makes war as William Walker.
Spend an afternoon with Cléo in Paris. She'll change your life.
A popular legal thriller gets the chair; the semicolon pulls the switch.
King Kong: as stylistic self-plagiarism, as unorthodox Hollywood film, as metaphor of Jackson's LOTR experience.
Lolita is a book for fellow grammaphiles.
It is what it is.