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Last month, we left behind the restrained realism of post-war Italy and immersed ourselves in the rich colours of Technicolour spectacle. Films such as The Red Shoes, Black Narcissus and Singin' in the Rain showed me that cinema no longer had to...
The opening of The Hidden has a sombre, mournful quality to it. Through black and white CCTV we quietly observe the comings and goings of the Wells Fargo Bank in Los Angeles. The bank’s customers are almost reverential in their chapel of commerce,...
The ritual of self-punishment is upon us yet again. By this, I don’t mean the men’s World Cup. The World Cup has been just fine so far. Soccer’s inherent beauty transcends its disappointments and dramas. At the end of the day, it’s men with...
