To those who are like me, who were always taught that God does not intend for the Ark to be found and any attempt to locate it is a challenge to God, there is a surprise in how much enjoyment and illumination can be gained from Brent Baum’s documentary, Finding Noah: An Adventure of Faith.
I will confess, too, that the last act of The Walk, when Philippe Petit finally executes his tight wire trip between the two towers of the World Trade Center has some swell special effects.
While it is not as accomplished and polished as Do The Right Thing, The Sixth Sense, or Reservoir Dogs--films that announced the arrival of a major new talent--Boiling Pot is certainly good enough to land the Ashmaweys on my "keep an eye out for what they do next" list.
Jesse is a young, average-looking, bald guy trying to make it in Hollywood.
The first hour of Erik Matti's Honor Thy Father (★★★★) is so good, so steeped in its time and place, that one can't help but feel a little disappointed that it's second half becomes a fairly conventional heist genre film.
These days when I watch a new Christian movie, my first question is usually: who is the intended audience?
Our Little Sister (★★★★★) is a special film, one that I will return to before the year is over and treasure the memory of as years go by and festivals blur one into another. It is a masterpiece from one of cinema's quiet giants.
A documentary about film preservation in Afghanistan challenges us with the question of what's worth living for and what's worth risking our lives for.
It should not have been that hard, I think, to make a fully satisfying film version of Andy Weir's The Martian.
Our Last Tango would be worth watching, if only for the dance sequences.
