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In Paris, Texas, we witness the historical significance of freeways decimating the southern California valleys, yet Travis, with a set of binoculars, is constantly observing these monolithic infrastructures from the hilltop view of Walt’s home. In the highway, he sees the opportunity to find his estranged wife and have the nuclear family he so desperately craves.
Read MoreShake up your indie movie night with a film buff's version of the classic game of bingo. Just print this page for as many people as will be playing, cut out each card, and keep your eyes peeled!
Read MoreEach time I sit with this film, I feel as though I’ve been grabbed by the scruff of the neck, and yanked into the screen. It’s all a little too real, somehow—for ninety minutes, I have to actively remind myself that I’m not actually in the path of any (known) asteroid, and that as far as I know, there is no verifiable news that the world will end in thirteen days.
Read MoreRoth’s films are unique in the landscape of modern American horror for the ways in which he plays with our subconscious to reveal and distort what it is we really think we’re afraid of, as well as showing us what we he feels we should be afraid of.
Read MoreDiscovering that Asante’s film seeks to address these particular concerns seemed to me too good to be true at first, having long conditioned myself, since childhood, to stomach the unspoken understanding existing in this genre of cinema: in grand, “Jane Austen-esque” movies, women of color will not take center stage.
Read MoreWhat Cronenberg has filmed in Crash, an adaptation of a J.G. Ballard novel, is a metaphor, an allegory, a fantasy whereby our own real compulsions and obsessions are observed and picked apart.
Read MoreAs it turned out, I went to see The Diary of a Teenage Girl with two guys. On the occasion, I settled into the luscious red seating of Oxford’s Phoenix Picturehouse, a guy at each elbow, and dealt out the wine glasses.
Read MoreThe miracle of The End of the Tour is that, for the first time, those of us who didn’t know him personally can separate Wallace the man from the Wallace of his work. We can watch him chew tobacco, nervously work a hand through his hair, deliver the same book-signing shtick.... We can see him, for once, as a human being not yet tethered to his own legend.
Read MoreEverything, it seems, is a distraction. This is how tech infiltrates our lives and becomes entrenched yet understated. Computers, like the operating systems in Her, already invoke a never-ending, addictive relationship. I hate it but can’t turn away.
Read MoreFilms bring us into worlds not our own and lead us through journeys of humanity. Through the best of cinema we are allowed to gain a deep perspective into the lives of others as well as into our own life.
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