For affection.
For acceptance.
Tag: spanish
Some truths are absolute.
My TIFF adventure begins with a grisly bedtime story from a country that is fast becoming the best at telling grisly bedtime stories.
When should a film be judged on its merits, and when should a film be judged as an entry on the filmmaker’s resume?
There are no mirrors or huntsmen to be found in this latest adaptation of a familiar tale, and it very well may be the fairest of them all.
An accusation is not evidence. But when an accusation is made in highly dramatic fashion, it can easy to treat it as such.
2013 isn’t just going to be about Katniss, Clark Kent, and Gatsby. It’s also the year of new Almodovar.
What might have happened if the gang from THE BREAKFAST CLUB had died in that library but never been allowed to exit this earth?
Back to Spain to realize the dangers that come when one feels no pain.
Who should we grieve: Those who fall victim, or those left to carry on?
I’m developing a wicked taste for Spanish cinema, which always comes into play at TIFF time.
Almodovar Gets Truly Twisted In One of The Year’s Best Films. Fair Warning: This Review Will be Spoiler-Heavy!