The Green Fog, directed by Evan Johnson, Galen Johnson, and Guy Maddin
In Vertigo, Alfred Hitchcock’s 1958 masterpiece, and arguably the greatest film ever made, John ‘Scottie’ Ferguson, played by James Stewart, visits his old friend, the shipbuilding magnate and wife-murderer-in-waiting, Gavin Elster, and they talk about San Franciso, the city in which they both live.
The Seasons in Quincy: Four Portraits of John Berger
John Berger is protean, although the seas in which he has been involved are the watchable and readable and not the watery kind. He has been, at various times throughout a richly productive 60-year-long career, a filmmaker, screenwriter, art critic, essayist, novelist, playwright, poet, actor and drawer. The Seasons in Quincy is a 90-minute-long documentary that sets out to reveal the essence of his complicated being through four simple portraits, each one corresponding to a season. Keep Reading
Don’t Blink, directed by Laura Israel
Don’t Blink, Laura Israel’s feature documentary about photographer and filmmaker Robert Frank, makes it easy to forget how unusually close she has taken you to the world’s most influential living photographer, an artist who changed the history of his medium. Keep Reading
Al Purdy Was Here, directed by Brian D Johnson
Al Purdy Was Here…You come away from it with a feeling that you have encountered a writer, a location and a country that are so seamlessly entwined as to be inseparable. In setting his documentary sights on Alfred Wellington Purdy, Johnson has assumed an ambitious task: to tell how a poet who showed remarkably little talent for two decades was able to transform himself into a two-time winner of the Governor General’s Award for poetry and in finding his own voice, managed to discover a voice for his country as well. Keep Reading
Only Lovers Left Alive, Directed by Jim Jarmusch
Robert Enright writes on Jim Jarmusch’s newest, Only Lovers Left Alive.
…What saves Adam from complete despair is his undiminished love for Eve—they have married three times—and their devotion to one another is palpable throughout the film. The cinematography is luscious and slow moving; when they dance to Denise Lasalle’s “Trapped by a Thing Called Love,” you know it’s a trap they want to be in; and when we see them naked and curled towards one another, their white skin against a black background, they resemble figures eternally inscribed on an exquisite krater… Keep Reading
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