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Soulless cinema
To Disney, from the desk of Mufasa: “Remember who you are.”
The Lion King, Disney’s latest computer-generated remake, isn’t like the rest. Yes, the story...
The birth of the last lion
May 1940: Hitler is riding roughshod across Europe, gobbling up territory like an insatiable monster. Norway, Poland, Czechoslovakia and Denmark have all fallen. Belgium,...
In this theater I call my soul
My whole life has been movies and religion. That’s it. Nothing else. —Martin Scorsese
It all goes back to Mean Streets: “You don’t make up...
The past and present collide in ‘Hell or High Water’
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hen it comes to movie genres, none are as distinctly American as the Western and Film Noir. The Western, populated by cowboys, Native Americans...
Part of me, part of you
The women are on the run. One is a sheltered housewife married to a pig of a man. The other is a waitress hiding...
Deadpan double feature
Sometimes a coincidence is too good to ignore, and this weekend we’ve got two new movies, alike in style and substance, ripe for a...
The beast within
The beauty of cinema is that nothing is what it seems. Images are not literal explanations, but visual descriptions of an emotional experience, and...
Home Viewing: Melissa Tamminga on ‘Stories We Tell’
About halfway through Sarah Polley’s 2013 documentary Stories We Tell, Michael Polley turns to his daughter and asked, “What is this documentary about?”
Well, it’s...
They hung him on a cross
On Sept. 10, 1991, “Smells Like Teen Spirit” hit the airwaves forever changing pop, punk, rap and rock while the cultural world embraced, assimilated and commoditized “Teen Spirit.” If record sales and critical acclaim have anything to say, then the message was clear...
Food as culture, food as language
It would be low-hanging fruit to open this column with a declaration along the lines of: “The Flatirons Food Film Festival returns for a...
Uncomfortable in the uncanny valley
Directed by Steven Spielberg, a longtime fan of the source material, The Adventures of Tintin begins with a gorgeous animated credit sequence, deftly incorporating bits of the narrative about to unfold. It’s as nifty as the overture in Spielberg’s earlier Catch Me If...
Love in the time of communism
Well, if you want to sing out, sing out
And if you want to be free, be free.
’Cause there’s a million things to be
You know...