‘The Birth of a Nation’ is an extremely intriguing, harrowing and rousing film concerning the figure of Nat Turner, crafted by members of the Black community.
In revealing the privileges of its main character, ‘White Girl’ doesn’t make judgments; it simply observes.
Why do we pursue art— watch Polanski movies, listen to Wagner, read Eliot — than to feel something, some fleeting emotion that brings us closer to the center of ourselves?
This may be the eternal paradox of American democracy: deep down, nobody cares.
“Author” isn’t about unmasking JT. The mask comes off within the first thirty minutes of the film.
The Beatles’ brash sound and defining juxtaposition of mopheads in suits proved overwhelmingly scintillating for its massive base of dedicated fans.
As modern-day viewers, we can’t write off problematic portrayals as artifacts of the past, because they contributed to the thought patterns of today.
‘The Hollars’ tries so hard to be a quirky, feel-good comedy that it ends up forced and stiff.
It’s absolutely absurd and absolutely incredible.
Considering that this could be one of Lewis’s last performances, viewers and fans will want to like the movie, but it isn’t worth pretending.