As much as Michael Anthony’s “Green Days by the River” has turned into a symbolic text of colonial life in Trinidad and Tobago, the story will always depend more on its value as a coming-of-age tale more than anything else.
Steven Spielberg’s recently released film “The Post” is a very particular kind of “culturally relevant message film.” Any critic who has written anything about it in the last month since its release is aware of it.
There’s something paradoxical about a 21st century film musical and even more so about “The Greatest Showman,” which is not the best or worst representation of what musicals are in 2017.
I went into “Molly’s Game” knowing much nothing about it beyond the fact that it was written by directed by Aaron Sorkin, in his directorial debut, and that it starred Jessica Chastain and Idris Elba.
“Patti Cake$,” a 2017 film about an overweight white woman’s quest to become a rap star in the slums of New Jersey has garnered immediate comparisons to “Hustle & Flow” and “8 Mile”.
Last week’s column on “A Ghost Story” had me thinking about representations of loneliness on screen.
“Mudbound” is a film that will be sold on its relevance. Its socio-political significance.
“Beach Rats,” the winner of the best director award at this year’s Sundance film festival, is a filmic bildungsroman.
I made the potentially problematic decision, to screen Sidney Lumet’s 1974 adaptation of “Murder on the Orient Express” a few days after watching the recent 2017 Kenneth Branagh directed version.
Terence Davies has never met an opportunity for a tableau vivant he did not like.
“The Past” opens at an airport. We watch a reunion between two people.
“The Mountain Between Us” is a film that ends up just where you expect it to.
I have often had the argument with myself, and with others, about what should be expected from purported film “genres.” I say purported because two of the most problematic “genres” for me are the musical and the animated film.
There’s a scene in Jane Campion’s “Bright Star” that I use very often when discussing art and our relationship with it.
At the end of the month, there will be a television anniversary that may not be significant to many.
Earlier this month when Donald Glover won the Emmy Award for Best Actor in a Comedy Series (his second that night), he quipped, “I want to thank Trump for making black people number one on the most oppressed list.
“Who drew the dicks?” This is the narrative hook on which Netflix’s new mockumentary comedy “American Vandal” rests.
Visual-media of the eighties seems to have a stranglehold on coming-of-age pre-teen films, don’t they?
The romantic comedy “The Big Sick” did not open in cinemas in Guyana, which seemed particularly odd.