The Planet of the Apes series is one of the long lasting institutions of America. Scarecely a decade has gone by without a new installment, not to mention 2 reboots of the original. Some are thought provokiing, some are just weird, some are silly and barely there at all. Which will Dawn of the Planet of the Apes fall into? Well, it is a summer blockbuster, if that gives you any hints.
Bright colors, fast cars, action, comedy, love, determination, and a fucking monkey! What more could you ask for? The Wachowskis served it to us on an excellently crafted platter, and the world scoffed...
Y Tu Mamá También seems to have a very dedicated cult status. This is strange in that the film can be seen as an allegory for Mexican identity...but we haven't been to Mexico, so why does this film seem to speak to a very specific, but apparently large, crowd of Americans?
Oscar season can be hectic and some films get trampled under the hype of all the high-brow fare being thrown out. The Immigrant didn't receive much attention at the Oscars, but maybe it deserves much more from the American audience, which the movie is crafted from the image of.
One of Phillip Seymour Hoffman's last performances put to film turns out to mean much less for Phillip Seymour Hoffman and possibly much more for the burgeoning career of John Slattery as a feature-length director.
Documentary films have become ubiquitous in a culture that embraces the ease and hard-lined format of reality series. The problem is that these films have also become disposable as they tend to preach to the choir, more so than not. Salesman serves as a comparison of what went wrong with the documentary format, and rambling ensues.
What happens when a cinephile avoids a critically acclaimed director for over 15 years? Well, he makes a retrospective look at this cultural force at a whirlwind pace. What happens when this director is Wes Anderson? Well, things get weird. Cute, but weird.
Jim Jarmusch forgoes the silent anxiety he is known for to return with a vampire film lush with beautifully moody music and an obsession with rare musical instruments. This isn't your grand-pappys vampire film. For that matter, it isn't your pre-teens vampire film either...
In a world where movies are encouraged to go overboard rather than show any restraint, it is refreshing to take a look back on a time when minimalism was a product not only of budget, but a stylistic choice.