It's the kind of thing you probably missed over Thanksgiving dinner, while gnawing on a turkey leg, bickering with your uncle, or falling asleep during a Detroit Lions game: The Miami Marlins just signed an outfielder to a $325 million deal, the largest contract in sports history.
Silva's a master at taking people you'd flee from at a party and drawing an endearing recognition of their fragile humanity from your reluctant viewing heart. It's a bit like a magic trick, which is why I wholeheartedly recommend Crystal Fairy for adventurous LAFF-ies.
The second edition of the Festival Internacional de Cine de Panama wrapped last week and for seven days offered Panamanians a taste of what is available cinematically besides Cruise and Cameron, Pirates and Potter.
Getting a movie made is an Olympian task. Getting a movie made and released is even tougher. So Alex Karpovsky's accomplishment -- writing, directing and starring in two movies that are being released the same day as a double-feature -- seems positively Herculean.
The final treat of the L.A. Film Festival was talking to the incomparable comedian David Cross, one of the stars of Todd Berger's terrorist-attack dark comedy It's a Disaster, as well as Dr. Tobias Funke on Arrested Development.
There's just a massive creative-fatigue-miasma hanging over the film business these days, a sense the establishment has sucked all the air out of the business (as well as the financing) and that your options are limited.
Is it really the end of the line for hand-drawn animation at Walt Disney Studios? That was the conclusion that many in Hollywood reached late last year. But that wasn't how John Kahrs saw this situation.
The Los Angeles Film Festival kicks off this week downtown with an eclectic slate of alternative stimulation. Run by Film Independent, the LAFF has a more chill, familial air than Sundance, and unlike Sundance, you can usually get tickets.
The Seduction of Ingmar Bergman is as unique and wonderful as musical theatre gets: a "what-if" fantasia plopping the celebrated Swedish director smack-dab in the sunny horrors of Hollywood, circa 1956.
I saw three different narrative features this past week at Los Angeles Film Festival that were set in the Silverlake area of LA. I live in the area, and it was cool to see familiar spots captured through different eyes.