X-Men: Apocalypse is a confused, bloated, mess of a film.
It has been one of the great honors of my life to be a friend of Muhammad Ali. We met first when I was chosen to accompany him on a good-will tour to Pakistan. For a time I traveled many places with him, on book tours and personal appearances. I spent the night in his home in the Hyde Park neighborhood of Chicago at least 50 times, because Ali was not the kind of man to let you stay in a hotel.
Separating the artist from the art isn't as easy as it sounds.
This message came to me from a reader named Peter Svensland. He and a fr...
Part two of Jana Monji's essay about the portrayal of Asian characters in cinema.
Reviews from Cannes of Cristian Mungiu's "Graduation" and Nicolas Winding Refn's "The Neon Demon."