Ella McCay
James L. Brooks's new film feels like it was written by an extraterrestrial being who has consumed too much media from the 1990s and 2000s and attempts to re-create how the human species behaves.
James L. Brooks's new film feels like it was written by an extraterrestrial being who has consumed too much media from the 1990s and 2000s and attempts to re-create how the human species behaves.
The hottest ticket on Broadway two summers ago is now within everyone’s reach.
Do you miss James Bond already? If your answer is yes, then you’ll be glad to know that this film exists.
The mystery of death and the mystery of love—here they are.
The life and tribulations of an ordinary man as seen through an epic gaze usually reserved for great figures or grand historical events.
Will audiences respond as they did before to darker material and songs offering less easy enchantment?
A 24-year-old woman went to a hospital with severe abdominal pain and ended up deprived of her freedom for three years.
Guillermo del Toro’s Frankenstein has no interest in existing within the horror genre, but rather as an existential and exuberant drama elevated by impeccable production values.
Richard Linklater’s Nouvelle Vague won’t start any cinematic revolution, but it will defend the idea that making movies (and watching them) is an inspiring collective effort.