There is a particular pleasure that’s rare, and almost illicit, in watching something survive its own century and come back looking better than you remembered
In the annals of American independent cinema, few films have the improbable origin story, and the quiet gravitational pull of Charles Burnett’s Killer of Sheep.
Bresson was a man allergic to frills, whether it be cinematic, emotional, decorative, or otherwise. So when, in 1959, he wrote his first original screenplay
Almodóvar, of course, has never been in the business of quaint. His films arrive lacquered in bright colors and moral ambiguity, populated by characters who
In the end, Sundays and Cybele remains a masterwork of emotional subtlety. It’s a tragic, beautiful tale of innocence, loneliness, and the ways broken people
Few films in recent memory capture the volatility of love, money, and identity with the unflinching tenderness of Anora, Sean Baker’s incandescent latest. Already hailed
By the time Saint Omer reaches its haunting final moments, Alice Diop’s debut narrative feature has already plunged us into the deepest, most uncomfortable corners
Scarface (1932) has long been a touchstone of the gangster genre, and watching it today, its influence on later works is undeniable. Most notably, Brian