From Barbara to Jeannette, the recent French Cinema programme at the Lincoln Center was full of delight.
How November is inspired by Marketa Lazarová, a marvel of dark, craggy faces against white skies and landscapes (and vice versa), splitting castles in half and charging across meaningless borders.
Scout Tafoya talks to writer and critic Luc Sante about Point Blank, Donald E. Westlake and Johnny To.
Hey, gunner man, that’s quicksand, that’s quicksand that ain’t mud: America’s soldiers get lost in the flood in possibly Walter Hill’s best.
Alternately elegant, gorgeous and crudely, agreeably psychedelic, Eyes of Fire is what happens when talent and imagination can’t be stymied by production circumstances.
Romero loved and respected his crew and his actors, and this movie is explicitly about that love, which ultimately matters more than the symbolic quest Billy is on.
Every image of Dawson City is so full and rich you could see whole movies springing up around them.