Of all the films I reviewed in 2004, The Incredibles is surely the one I’ve rewatched the most—and the one I would most readily rewatch again. If it takes ten years or even longer for an Incredibles sequel, I’ll be here.
Fewer subjects at the intersection of faith and culture are more inflammatory than that of changing sexual orientation.
It's possible, I suppose, to like movies and not like Slavoj Žižek, who I usually describe as the lunatic genius from another dimension.
Endless Love is a bad movie, and, yeah, I pretty much liked it.
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 Monuments Men is perhaps only a failure in comparison to its unrealized potential. The whole way home I kept thinking, "But it's such a great idea for a movie."
Claude Lanzmann’s Shoah is sui generis, a universally respected nine and-a-half hour documentary that may well be as close as one can get to a definitive historical account of the Holocaust.
Films about Israeli-Palestinian conflicts, while not exactly a dime a dozen in the United States, are enough of a staple of world cinema that upon hearing of a new one the first question is usually not "is it good?" but "does it distinguish itself?"
William Wellman never won an Academy Award for directing.
