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Cannes is as much about food and gifts as it is about films.
It all began during my teenage years. I was gawky, shy (something I shared with the teenaged Grace Kelly, I would later learn) and, being something of a loner, I spent my weekends watching old black and white movies screened on Saturday afternoon TV.
Australia is so big and diverse that a first impression from landing in Brisbane is like a first impression of America from landing in Atlanta. But f...
You've clocked two months of solid work since Christmas break and it's time for another escape.
It all started in 1979 with a movie. My dad was not a father who was generous with compliments, advice, or even gifts. So when he did say something, ...
Now with Stoker, maestro of mayhem Park has staked an outpost in English-language film. It's a deliciously unhinged exercise in stylish horror studded with a stellar cast including Nicole Kidman, Mia Wasikowska, and Matthew Goode.
Films like The Last Stand, and Stoker are a litmus test of international filmmakers; they are their first American films, and they use standard genre stories. If it these things feel too archaic and familiar, then you don't believe that American pie is better when nuked.
Park Chan-Wook's Stoker is a delicious hybrid of its influences, which mix into an engaging fable of its own.
Chan-wook Park's Stoker is audaciously, in-your-face creepy and exhilarating in a way few films have been since David Lynch's Blue Velvet. Because it's not just the creepiness -- but the way Park gets you involved in his world so that you can't look away.
This is certainly not the first exposé of Scientology -- although it might qualify as the most abundant. Time magazine, CBS-TV, and NBC-TV are among the many who've taken on this most controversial of religions since its beginnings in the mid-1950s.
She has come a long, long way from the unknown with "all that hair" that annoyed me. Now I adore her. As an actress and as a woman who has apparently found herself.
What I don't see is a face doctored by scalpels and botulism toxin, or plumped by fillers or scoured and planed by lasers. I am every cosmetic surgeon's worst nightmare -- not because I need so much work but because I am so clear that the only work I need do, is beyond skin deep.
I had been hearing it all my life, especially when I would return from a vacation that I was obviously supposed to have come back from looking "tan."
It's puzzling why an African American director would choose this unsettling project in the first place; his fans will be perplexed. All that went right in his previous film has gone awry in this sour, bitter-tasting mint julep.
The Paperboy shoots for greatness (a serious meditation on Southern race relations and sexuality in the 1960s) instead of fully embracing what it should be: a campy cinematic cesspool in which talented actors are ritually degraded in lurid scenes.
Lee Daniels's The Paperboy is a movie that frankly skirts by purely on the good will of its actors. The story is pretty much a wash, even if its mundane nature wins points for probable realism.
