Movie stars make the best aliens and Scarlett has that extra-terrestrial glide, bizarre sass that makes her fully equipped to prey on the ugly, unsuspecting Glaswegian public. “Under the Skin” does just that. “Under the Skin” does just that.
Madeline Sackler’s film is utterly captivating as art and activism are blurred into a fight for survival of the physical and spiritual self.
Perhaps “12 Years A Slave” makes writing about the Oscars a little less crass, given the current political climate.
It should be preposterous, the image of an industrial giant brought low by third world minnows but it remains a powerful metaphor of globalisation.
Does “Dallas Buyers Club” hijack the history of the battle so hard fought by the AIDS activists throughout the plague years? Or should we be grateful that this moving film has had the courage to tackle a subject so often overlooked by Hollywood?
This is Jordan Belfort’s America and he doesn’t want to go down without a fight.
12 Years A Slave shows us the cost of slavery to the white ruling class in America’s Southern states, the moral squalor that sucks away the very marrow of humanity.
Let’s be honest for a moment, being bald in the 70s was tantamount to being un-American.
Make no mistake, Smaug is the star of Peter Jackson’s latest foray into J.R.R. Tolkien’s Middle Earth.
Ahead of the New York revival of The Assassination of Jesse James by The Coward Robert Ford to be shown at The Museum of the Moving Image on December 7th, Mark Farnsworth pays tribute to a masterpiece of modern cinema.