Liberté | NYFF 2019
Albert Serra's film has a strange, almost hypnotic pull, while turning its watchers into complicit voyeurs.
Albert Serra's film has a strange, almost hypnotic pull, while turning its watchers into complicit voyeurs.
For New Yorkers attending the NYFF, it’s almost like going to the Cannes Film Festival, but without the jetlag, the exchange rate, and the overpriced accommodations.
The mid-20th century male who stifles his feelings, incapable of expressing himself: the blood-splattered man in the gray flannel suit.
Renée Zellweger headlines this Judy Garland biopic, as the singer/actress in the twilight of her career.
An arresting and alarming documentary scrutinizes racism on the football field and throughout Australian culture, as experienced by one of the country's star players.
If Portugal becomes overrun with tourists, blame can go to director Ira Sachs’s new drama.
Ken Loach returns to TIFF with a film that is, in many ways, as strong and less predictable than I, Daniel Blake, which won the Palme D’Or, and Toronto-based Semi Chellas adapts author Susan Choi's fictionalized take of Patty Hearst on the lam.
From the get-go, director Guy Nattiv’s visceral depiction of neo-Nazi Bryon Widner’s escape from his white supremacist surrogate family demands a reaction from the audience.