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The way to dusty death
Style is half the picture. Story is the other half. William Shakespeare’s 17th-century play, The Tragedie of Macbeth, might be one of the greatest stories...
Hubris is for rookies
The John DeLorean story has it all: Cars, cocaine, supermodels, countries at war, political scuffles on both sides of the Atlantic, an FBI sting...
Down to business; business accomplished
Getting low means getting down to business, in the parlance of the backwoods oddity played, wonderfully, by Robert Duvall in Get Low. Let’s get down to business, then. This film, calm but full of feeling, relays an intriguing story brought to life by some ...
BIFF 2013: Finding light in the darkness
Somewhere in a Ukrainian cave, the film crew for No Place on Earth switched off their headlamps...
Mary Poppins meets Charles Bukowski
T.J.needs a friend. His mom has just died in a traffic accident. His dad, Paul, has withdrawn into a haze of tranquilizers and group-therapy blather. His grandma is kind but housebound. The school bully likes pushing him facedown onto urinal cakes. The woman in his...
Dwarfing expectations
We are masters of cynicism, proudly sporting a black belt in backlash. If this generation of critics, pseudo-critics and armchair-article-writing audience members given the bully pulpit of social media has any legacy, it will be bitching for bitching’s sake...
Muted meditations
I giggle, snicker and titter anytime someone opens the thesaurus piñata to describe a film like Certain Women with synonyms like “quietly modest” or “methodically...
Continuing excellence
It’s that time of year again. The roads are packed, the lines at the sandwich shops quadruple, electrical outlets at Starbucks become a scarce commodity and Boulder is flooded with 30,000 hungry young minds ready to change the world. School is back in session, and so...
Faithfully following the formula
From King Lear to Psycho, some of the great popular art has confronted human evil and depravity with an eye as unblinking as Marion Crane’s after a visit from Mrs. Bates. By transcending boundaries of disreputable genres built on bloodlust, our shrewdest artists have...


















