Sunday's Illness Made Me Realize It's Okay To Want More from Telenovelas and Lady Bird

“That was fucked up... in an artistic way,” said a frank member of the audience at the end of the first Tribeca screening of La Enfermedad del Domingo, better known as Sunday’s Illness here in the US. You could hear every breath and movement at Cinépolis Chelsea Theatre as the closing credits ran. Director Ramón…

'Instantly, I Fell in Love': My Devastating, Month-Long Journey to Try to See Game Night

On Tuesday evening, I fulfilled my three-month-long dream of seeing Game Night, the well-received R-rated comedy from “the guys that brought you Horrible Bosses.” It was a glorious conclusion to a long, fraught struggle through which phantom showtimes, bad timing, and Shakespearean miscommunication caused me to miss…

The Disaster Artist Is James Franco's Smarmy Ode to Egomania

Susan Sontag would have most certainly deemed Tommy Wiseau’s mess of a movie, 2003's The Room, as pure camp. In her seminal essay “Notes on Camp,” Sontag defined the “essence” of camp as “its love of the unnatural: of artifice and exaggeration,” and further fine-tuned her vision for this sensibility as she went. “In…

It's OK!

What do scary clowns and nostalgia have in common? They are equally obvious and effective devices. Also, they are the air in the balloon of Andy Muschietti’s new version of It. I don’t want to begrudge the pragmatist filmmaker for taking the direct route and giving the people what they want, especially because this is…

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