On any given day, at 1553 N. Schrader Boulevard, the likes of Ryan Gosling, Sandra Oh and Molly Shannon are working out.
"It's been fun to hear people's stories: 'I knew Joan.' 'My mother was Joan.' 'I was Joan.' So I think that's one reason audiences can relate to her and, in many ways, have been a cheerleader for her. She is so unique, but there are elements that people really connect with."
I am sorry, you youthful, youthy, perfect, barely 16-year-old girls that shared a row of seats with me on a crowded, late night showing of Crazy, Stupid, Love at the budget cinema.
Just a few days ago I was apparently the only female on the planet who hadn't seen 'The Notebook.' Not anymore.
Common threads of a romantic movie a man will watch: The screenplay is written by men, the film is told from the man's perspective and the male lead behaves like a man would in real life and the ending of the film is redemptive.
Fatherhood is at the core of the generational drama The Place Beyond the Pines. There is a Talmudic notion that the acts of the fathers are a signpost for the children, implying that sons often retrace incidents from their parents' lives in their own lives. My father was not an educated man, but he was a wise man to whom I owe a great deal.
It's Halloween, all of the local construction companies are sold out of wrecking balls, you're sitting there alone next to that "Sexy Lorax" costume you made last year out of 50 potatoes and a live Persian cat, and now you're panicking.
by guest blogger Renee James, essayist and blogger A few years ago, my husband and I watched the Ryan Gosling movie Drive. I don't remember the plo...
I'm sure I'll make a lot of enemies with this post, since I know a lot of people -- some of whom I have great respect for -- who think that Nicolas Winding Refn's 2011 film Drive is a neo-classic and a cinematic masterpiece.
In film, what can be more vile and inhuman than re-enacting a government coup that killed more than one million people in less than a year?
Take Ryan Gosling and Kristin Scott Thomas out of the equation, and Only God Forgives is no more than a stylish midnight movie about murder, vengeance and drug-dealing in Bangkok.
I skimmed through the morning's tweets. Everything was about sex. My mind started to wander because for some reason my libido is aroused by monotonous accounting work.
Who is this man standing over me? Oh. It's Ryan Gosling. I wish he weren't wearing a shirt. Wait. He's saying something to me, but I can't hear it because the ringing is back.
The only "humanity" comes from Ryan Gosling's sensitive tres masculin eyes. In fact, silent eye-contact is the most profound communication of the film.
The first few days of the Cannes Film Festival have been marked by surprises -- whether in the shifting national identity of movies, or peace-making efforts between towering directors -- and parties that defy the rain.
This week I went to see The Place Beyond the Pines. I loved the whole film and was engaged every moment of the way. But what I want to talk about is the first section, the Gosling section; I want to make love to this section.