It would be much too easy to dismiss this chatty little flick as a silly study in crackpot speculation. Rather, its well-crafted eloquence succeeds in raising poignant questions that are pertinent to understanding human behavior.
Ostensibly a documentary, it's meant as an eye-opening deconstruction of Stanley Kubrick's The Shining. Director Rodney Ascher lets a group of obsessives spout off about their theories of what Kubrick really meant. The only thing they don't suggest is that Kubrick is talking to them over the radio.
It was late and chilly on Wardour Street, a good three miles to the flat I was renting in St. John's Wood, yet I desperately needed that walk to get a grasp on the emotions churned up by the film I had just screened.
While The Master, like 2001, has meditative and metaphysical leanings -- areas that tend to unnerve audiences -- it was greeted, unlike 2001, by many rapturous reviews describing its wondrous surprises and consummate craftsmanship.
Just as our government took immediate action to secure air travel after 9/11, school districts and the Federal government must now dedicate substantial resources toward making our schools less prone to attacks like the one that took place at Sandy Hook Elementary School.
Art.Music. is the last of the Hammer's music residency wild Up. For this final concert, the orchestra examines the intersection of visual art and music by exploring the museum's collections and creating new site-specific work.
Thursday is opening day of the first U.S. retrospective of director Stanley Kubrick. This exhibition covers Kubrick's career, beginning with his early photographs for Look through his directorial works of the 1950s through the 1990s.
The exhibition has been making the worldwide rounds, from Rome to Melbourne to Hollywood, and the show is always a variation on a theme (for the most part) with the brother and sister involved every step of the way.
For his part, director Paul Verhoeven joyously showcases ultra-violence in Total Recall, sticking it in the audience's face. Indeed, the entire milieu of the film is as downbeat as it is shot through with glee.
Last night at the at the Academy of Motion Pictures Arts & Sciences they screened a new 70 mm print of Spartacus. Producer/Star Kirk Douglas, 95, was present with wife Anne, and engaged in a vigorous Q&A session.
When the parties have been seated, the food has been served, and the time-honored tradition of "dinner conversation" has commenced, the pinging of incoming texts and the private giggles and mad key tapping in response are not remotely what "dinner conversation" had in mind.
El Boyfo was being sweet. He wanted us "to discover it together." I, on the other hand had little interest in sweet mutual discovery. Our first Prometheus spat launched when he realised that I had no intention of allowing days to go by with me twitching until our iMax trip.
What is missing is a sales pitch -- like the arms race but ideally less grim -- that made possible the Apollo program. Time will tell when and how the 2001 vision will be realized, and if it will be human or robotic. In the meantime, we all can dream.