There is a paradox at the heart of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s empire that Joel Schumacher’s 2004 Phantom of the Opera makes impossible to ignore
Phantom of the Opera (2004)
There is a paradox at the heart of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s empire that Joel Schumacher’s 2004 Phantom of the Opera makes impossible to ignore
There’s a case to be made that the true line of demarcation between the before-times and the after-times is not March 2020, when the world shut down as COVID spread and quarantine began, but a few months earlier, when Cats arrived in theaters.
You’re not going to get an unbiased review from me on this one.
Train Dreams tells the story of a man’s eighty years of life in a hundred minutes.
I find that the opening scene of The Secret Agent is a pretty good lens into the overall experience of watching the film.
Among the great and influential directors of the past thirty years, Richard Linklater is the one with the least neurosis.
There is a version of this review where I try to explain, analytically, why Mary Poppins works.
I’ll be honest: I’ve spent the better part of a decade dodging Yorgos Lanthimos movies.
Cinema is twenty-four pictures per second with synchronized sound, and somehow it builds vast universes inside our imaginations.
Sometimes movies of great historical import, turning points in the development of the medium, are tough to sit through.