The often classical Hill Auditorium morphed into something different for the night: A place for genuine fun.
“44 Pages” has a lot going for it; it’s heartfelt, sentimental and beautifully shot. However, in spite of these positives the film suffers from a decided lack of progression.
In a way, we all crave the Szechuan Sauce.
Perhaps the only thing that can be said in favor of "The Snowman" is that it has one or two visually compelling moments, however even these feel stylistically out of place.
My third day at the Chicago International Film Festival began with 'Barrage.'
New No Filter writer Lukas Taylor offers some background music to your midterm cram session.
“The music of a short story … is made up of cymbals and screams and the metal of a DC-10, twisting and crashing into the cold, dead earth. No survivors, friends. No one makes it out alive.”
I keep thinking about how we, as women, are constantly having to wrestle with ourselves in situations like this, negotiating between private whispered warnings and public shouts. Because the stuff in the middle — the obligatory self-aware Billy Cosby jokes at award shows, the semi-ironically given statistics on late night TV, the hashtags that get us banned from Twitter — none of it ever seems to make a difference. And more often than not, in this struggle to choose to go big or go home, going big doesn’t make much of a difference either.