Most real men aren't heroic global fugitives, any more than are most women. So why do they get the fantasy, and we not? Maybe if more women wrote and directed movies we'd have more interesting women doing more interesting things onscreen.
What happened on stage that Saturday night in Hollywood, captured by photographer Billy Bennight and Alexandra's dad Rino Lee, on home video, was a spontaneous and brilliant burst of fireworks just in time for Veteran's Day.
Ain't Them Bodies Saints is meticulously constructed. With deft camerawork and a pure attention to 70s small town details, there is a fantastic, technically sound structure that director David Lowery has built.
So many films today seem to carry the same references to earlier work, indicating the influences that shaped the filmmaker in his work. But references are one thing; using those references for fresh inspiration is something else.
In a summer of movies made of bombastic special effects and obvious action, Killer Joe still has the ability to surprise by keeping it down and dirty -- though you'll need a strong stomach to make it to the end.
Tuesday's big money shindig went down at the brand new Mondrian SoHo hotel. The event's climax was the "money drop" from the Garden Room ceiling, when real dollar bills, drink tickets and fake Kanye cash rained down on the crowd.
In this roundup of new DVDs and Blu-Rays, we take a look at the darker-than-dark noir film The Killer Inside Me, the "Mexican New Wave" drama I'm Gonna Explode, and a slew of recently released TV shows.