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...
It would've been improbable, ten years ago, to imagine the mind behind Afterschool directing a high-profile Netflix production marked minute-for-minute by reco...
Writing about New Cinema Club earlier this month, I remarked that "arts investment is not so much on its last legs as finding a way to get up while the world r...
Have we enough evidence to name Michael Almereyda the American cinema's greatest biographer? It's a narrow range and hardly the highest bar to clear, yet his o...
It was long before the worst of times that short-form filmmaking constituted a battle whose success rate we might call Sisyphean; or, quoting New Cinema Club c...
"Weird," as a presumptive aesthetic and assumed attitude, has been plundered to the point of signifying almost nothing. Thus it was a little system shock beari...
Let's dispel the boilerplate ruminations on John Carpenter maybe, likely never directing another movie. Not enough that a retirement-of-sorts watching basketba...
Since any New York City cinephile has a nearly suffocating wealth of theatrical options, we figured it’d be best to compile some of the more worthwhile reperto...
It may have taken nearly 25 years, but the typically admired Dardenne brothers have turned controversial and divisive--which, history tells us, is a common con...
Since any New York City cinephile has a nearly suffocating wealth of theatrical options, we figured it’d be best to compile some of the more worthwhile reperto...
