Django
The biopic of jazz guitarist Django Reinhardt is given a stifling, low-energy treatment.
The biopic of jazz guitarist Django Reinhardt is given a stifling, low-energy treatment.
Two restless, intractable talents dominate European biopics of female stars, little known to the American public.
The black-and-white film follows the contortions that ensue when Hungarian villagers get wind that the Jewish neighbors they betrayed during the war are headed back to town.
Beware of comrade teacher, though she looks harmless enough with her kewpie-doll perm and brown button eyes. But there’s no confidence she won’t betray, no boundary she’ll respect.
Casablanca stands in for Cairo—and makes a compelling star. The story takes place in the days leading up to the Arab Spring in January 2011, and the city throbs with discontent.
Holly Hunter, in a major star turn, tries to elevate this paint-by-numbers tale into a moving canvas rich with heart and good intentions.
The movie’s likeability and moments of genuine feeling help neutralize what can feel like laziness and false modesty.
Two movies take on the concept of privilege from the outsider’s point of view in very different ways and epochs.
A rich cross section of Italian film that reflects contemporary malaise and timeless human dilemmas.