Don DeLillo's rarely been adapted for film and Noah Baumbach's never adapted a novel*. Does that make them certain bedfellows? Well, no, probably not even a li...
Not that time stopped, of course. Nor is there interest in a kind of grand-standing disrespect towards whatever worthwhile cinema fit into the narrow 12-month ...
Every one of our conversations with Arnaud Desplechin eventually leads to Philip Roth. As far back as 2015 he told me of ambitions to adapt the author's 1990 n...
A minor update on Terrence Malick's next feature, about which news has been scant since last year. Our friends at One Big Soul have confirmed that what was onc...
The plurality and panoply of 2020's disasters has made it easy to forget there's a new Terrence Malick movie in post-production. (Something to say about this h...
Any number of undergrad papers will tell us David Fincher’s corpus concerns obsession. More pertinent to his endurance as the rare A-list American auteur is it...
Adam Nayman, discussing his long and detailed book on Paul Thomas Anderson, will be the first person to tell you there is no small resource of writing on Paul ...
A well-modulated vision of the fight against encroaching malaise or mere trifle dressing itself up? Depends on the scene. But trifles have their place and aute...
It's one of the strangest ideas anybody's ever had for a film and Kirsten Johnson followed through: knowing her father was suffering from Alzheimer's, she deci...
David Byrne is little without his sense of humor. Of course there’s the musical prowess whose longevity persists from then-outré new wave to today’s classic-ro...
