Greetings again from the darkness. Relationships are messy and complicated. Even the best ones. Even those that last 45 years. Writer/director Andrew Haigh (Weekend, 2011) understands this and
I so wanted to love this. As each trailer landed, I watched them (several times each), tears welling up in my eyes as John Williams’ score blasted over
Nutshell: Sisters takes the well-worn frat/house party story and winds it up by plopping a bunch of 40-somethings into the booze and drug filled mix. Sounds like a
Greetings again from the darkness. All we need is one more miracle. Having been beatified with one “confirmed” miracle, it’s that missing second one that stands between Mother
Greetings again from the darkness. I’m not one of those who subscribe to the belief that documentary films should present all sides to the story in a “just
Greetings again from the darkness. There was a time when movies were cultural trendsetters in such areas as speech, style and behavior. Somewhere along the way, a transition
Greetings again from the darkness. With a Best Foreign Language Oscar for his previous film The Great Beauty (La grande bellezza), expectations were sky high for this one
“I always knew death would wear a familiar face… but not yours.” Nutshell: Wham, bam, thank you…James. A one-explosion-after-the-other film that will have you dazzled. But perhaps not
Sometimes things come up…or in this case many things do, but enough about my food poisoning. Onward, to my thoughts on Suffragette! “Deeds, not words.” Gotta admit the