A not-so-subtle shift has occurred in the
film marketplace, calling into question the fundamental assumptions of
the tacit arrangement between the studios and audiences. Call it a
Screenwriter-turned-director James Vanderbilt (the two Amazing Spider-Man installments) sets his sights on the Mary Mapes account of the firestorm that erupted over the 60 Minutes
report, back in 2004, on then-President George W. Bush’s military
Beasts, the story of a young boy
named Agu who is forcibly enlisted as a child
warrior in the civil war of an unnamed African country under the brutal
command of a fanatically charismatic figure known as the Commandant, is a mesmerizingly grim adaptation of Uzodinma
I’ve spent all this time ruminating on De La Soul and Saving Private Ryan, I suppose, to highlight the fault I find with Spielberg’s latest film, Bridge of Spies, another historic film in his library of moving monuments to the pivotal events of our times.
Kate Macer (Emily Blunt) is in over her
head. A tactical FBI agent with a solid record, the willingness to take
the kill-shot without hesitation and no life outside work to speak of,
Macer is the perfect audience stand-in in Sicario, the latest journey into the heart of darkness masterminded by Canadian director Denis Villeneuve.
The 40th year of the Toronto
International Film Festival (TIFF), the festival of festivals, will
forever be linked in my memories to music. I ended up with a unique
sampler of features and documentaries focusing on the lives of
challenging and tragic musical figures.
I live in a house with a pair of teenage
girls, so the idea of having access to their diaries or their unfiltered
thoughts frightens me to no end, especially after watching The Diary of a Teenage Girl.
The End of the Tour documents an encounter between David Foster Wallace and Rolling Stone writer David Lipsky, who tagged along for the end of the press tour for Wallace’s Infinite Jest. Lipsky’s book, Although of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself,
chronicles the five days he spent with Wallace and serves as the basis
for the film.
I simply can’t find the words (or the feelings behind the words) to describe the soulless hell that is this week’s reboot of Vacation.
So instead, I’m daydreaming — thinking of movies that will never be.