C.O.G., a short story from Sedaris’ 1997 collection of essays Naked, is the progeny of this slow-simmered hype, and does about as well as a Sedaris fan might hope for; the story of a recently minted Yale grad looking for a taste of the genuine American experience
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Currently playing at this year’s Seattle International Film Festival, Imagine should keep audiences engaged, for cinema about blind characters has never looked so good, nor felt this fresh.
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Things got considerably crazier when Joss Whedon made his appearance, however, for as wide-eyed as everyone was at the sight of Captain Mal from Firefly, the evening’s guest of honor stole almost every gaze once he hit the red carpet.
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The mix of a snow-stained winter setting, lost money, drugs, and pitch-black comedy gives Fuck Up (Et Slags liv) a distinctly Coen brothers flavor: a comparison the movie seems proud of.
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The whole movie feels like one of those badly managed high school theatricals where it’s considered a victory if everyone at the back of the gymnasium can hear the actors.
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Kansas City FilmFest 2013 starts tomorrow at the Alamo Drafthouse Mainstreet , and here’s a review of one of the festival’s films, ‘The Discoverers’ starring Griffin Dunne.
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When it is at its best, the film finds the perfect symbiotic balance between Kerouac’s prose and the solemn beauty of the open road, where the adventures of a young dreamer plant the seeds of not only one man’s future, but an entire generation of literary hopefuls.
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A celebration of the most ludicrous, impractical, destructive, ineffective military organizations in movie history. While some of the films featured were pretty decent, and others were decidedly not, they all had one thing in common: they featured an armed collective so laughably inept that they stood out amongst even the most impractical government organizations.
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Some honorable mentions that didn’t quite clear the quality bar included Holes, The Indian in the Cupboard, Watership Down, Stuart Little, Where the Red Fern Grows, Little Red Riding Hood, Bridge to Terabithia, Winnie the Pooh (2011), Horton Hears a Who, Coraline, Curious George (2006), How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Charlotte’s Web, and Hook (Peter Pan deserves better).
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The five of us sipped a delicious rye-bourbon blend called Son of Bourye, one that’s made in-house by High West, and discussed some of the practical realities of making The Moo Man, and what we all considered the film’s message to be.
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The following is a ranking of the “best” films Warren Cantrell saw while attending the 2013 Sundance Film Festival, a ranking that was labored over to practically no end.
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While This Is Martin Bonner is a very thoughtful, well-acted, interesting character study, at a paltry 83 minutes, it could have survived another 15 or so to give some closure to the stories of Martin and Travis, who both seemed on the verge of a breakthrough in their lives.
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At the Sundance Film Festival, first-time director Meul O. presents a movie that straight-up indicts the U.S. government for a largely forgotten act of genocide with his movie Jiseul, a drama about the 1948 South Korean uprising on the island of Jeju, a nightmarish event that claimed thousands of lives.
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As a piece of cinema, Bastian Günther’s film should be commended for this kind of work, for Houston never just tosses a character component on the table for its audience to absorb, but instead dresses its scenes with subtle visual cues that tell a larger story.
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A half-assed mélange of incomplete characters, throw-away visual cues, and incompetent story-telling, it’s almost as if director Sebastian Silva made Magic Magic so that he could sit in the back of the theater, and watch his audience squirm.
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