According to the notes on the back of this typically exemplary Eureka!/Masters of Cinema release, this 1934 film by Jacques Feyder, who from all appearances seems to be one of the handful of directors
Hey, kids! Want critics to compare your movie to one by that old dead Italian guy Mike Antonioni? Well, it's easy. Just include a shot in which your lead character smokes a cigarette down to its filter
"Time just gets away from us." Thus, the penultimate line in a great American novel that has recently been transposed to cinema yet again. I cite it as my meager excuse for not being able to offer a
In one of the many hilarious, provocative, and occasionally infuriating interviews that Vladimir Nabokov granted in the 1960s, he made the following pronouncement on a work of 20th century European literature
What is an auteur? The question never goes away, does it? The director Irvin Kershner died last week, and I commemorated his passing by putting up some of my thoughts about his work up at my
Masaki Kobayashi's Hymn To A Tired Man, also known as Youth of Japan, is a fairly difficult film to see, which is one reason its December 5 December 4 screening at N.Y.C.'s Film Forum is a noteworthy event
Given my oft-cantankerous and frequently, in the word of one editor, "pugilistic" rhetorical manner, it may surprise some to learn that I am married to an exceptionally tender-hearted woman
It's interesting the way a film's reputation mutates over the years. Moderately well do I recall the reception accorded Spirits of the Dead, originally called Histoires extraordinaires, when it hit the
I don't know about you, but I get a little squirrelly at the term "boutique label." Don't you? Sounds kind of, not to put too fine a point on it, a little foofy, a little frivolous. And yet it is applied—more
Michael Powell's 1937 film, something of a creative and business breakthrough for the pioneering filmmaker after a considerable and lengthy apprenticeship, as it were, churning out "quota quickies
I wrote this in February of this year: "[That] the Criterion Collection losing the licensing for over twenty library pictures, the current editions of which are going out of print, point[s] to something
Do you remember the old Peanuts strips in which Linus would skitter about in anxiety, complaining to Lucy that he'd suddenly become "aware of [his] tongue?" And that he was in agony because once the