Frank vs. God (Schill, 2014)
Frank vs. God is one of my favorite films thus far into the movie year, and it is without a doubt one of the better "religious" films of those recently released.
Frank vs. God is one of my favorite films thus far into the movie year, and it is without a doubt one of the better "religious" films of those recently released.
Nobody in No God, No Master actually utters the phrase "those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it," but that sentiment is the subtext of nearly line of dialogue in this historical drama about the Palmer Raids.
Somewhere in my list of cinephile pet peeves is the notion, loosely held, that direction doesn't matter much in documentaries--that a filmmaker need only find an interesting subject and turn on the camera. Direction does matter.
Bright Days Ahead is a notch better than both Le Week-end and The Face of Love.
Ming Lai's Art Recession is comprised of a series of testimonials, relentless in their focus. The thesis? Art education is devalued (and hence vulnerable) in our culture despite helping students excel in other disciplines and improving the quality of life for society as a whole.
Here is something that doesn't happen nearly as often in documentaries as it does in narrative films: a supporting character steals the show.
The 904: Shadow of the Sunshine State is a documentary about Jacksonville, which has the highest rate of violent crime of any city in Florida.
The Truth About Emanuel is one of those films that reveals its twist about a third of the way through. In most such films, this act is a signal that the film isn't really about the twist.
I happened to see Enough Said the day after screening Inside Llewyn Davis. Both films featured caustic--some might say cruel--women verbally abusing the men they once partnered.