Round 2 of Full Moon Empire brings a film that calls back to the ADD adolescent angst of the early 90's, when sarcasm snarked from every conversation and movies that had well rounded plots was just sooooo cool...*snark.
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.
It's a road trip movie for the ages. Destination: a seminar. Things to do on the way: bury a dead cat...That's it...That's Rubin and Ed. Today we dissect a strange Crispin Glover performance in an even stranger movie.
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.
Robert Altman was a true auteur who could not be tamed. Just look at the weirdness he produced with big-studio money when they tagged him onto a Popeye project. But he was a master of understated personal films, and he used a woman's perspective the way that few male directors ever did, not only treating them as people but making the unpopular statement that a man was not the answer to a woman's problems. 3 Women stands out as a highlight among those films.
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.