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Watching Steven Spielberg’s “Minority Report” (2002) again through Blu-ray made me muse on how much my life with movies has changed during the last 10 years. When I watched it with my father at one of the big movie theaters in my hometown on one summer day of 2002 July, we were not yet familiar with multiplex theaters, and I watched movies mainly through VHS while infrequently going to theaters. DVD was slowly attracting my attention and I eventually bought a DVD-ROM drive for my computer in 2002 October. And I was not particularly interested in downloading movies from Internet; why do I have to watch movies in my small dorm room when I can enjoy them at big theaters?

Salvation by Slugfest

Omer M. Mozaffar

Religion takes you from darkness into light, and David Fincher’s deeply religious “Fight Club” grows darker and darker still. Here, piety is anarchy; anarchy is destruction; self-destruction is ecstasy. It plays whimsical department store music while its broken shark teeth chew at you. Its sound, consistent plot leads straight to an abrasive, perhaps annoying schizophrenia. It is the Bodhisattva, Satyagraha, and the Masnavi mashed up and played backwards with the wrong device. This movie is the anti-movie, and it enjoys every moment of it.

The right hand of great directors

Anath White

Awards season again. Last year, as you may recall, a many months pregnant Natalie Portman received the Oscar for Best Actress for “Black Swan.” Her lithesome acceptance speech, without notes, thanked many colleagues she knew had helped her stand there. As both a lifelong moviegoer and a worker on films, my spirit lifted at these words: “There are people on films that no one ever talks about, that are your heart and soul every day, including Joe Reidy, our incredible A.D…” Along with so many others, I was thrilled by her sentiment — and especially pleased for Joe Reidy.

But didn’t they just now meet?

Pablo Villaça

In “Certified Copy,” his most recent movie, director Abbas Kiarostami adopts an intriguing and surprisingly efficient narrative strategy: after structuring the first half of the film emphasizing the realism and naturalism of the situation and of the dynamic between the characters, he changes the internal logic of the movie in the second half in a subtle but clear way, investing from then on in a tone that flirts with fantasy by establishing a fascinating game involving the main couple.

Written by the director himself, the movie begins with a lecture given by the writer James Milles (Shimell), who has just released a book that defends the importance of replicas of great works of art in a general way. Attending the event is the character played by Juliette Binoche, who owns a gallery and seems to be fascinated by Milles, offering to take him on a tour in Tuscany before he leaves Italy. Disagreeing with some aspects supported by the author in his book, she initiates a discussion while they visit museums and restaurants, until something curious eventually occurs and they start to act and talk as if they were a couple with 15 years of marriage.

Waltzing with the in-between

“Take This Waltz” materialized out of a humid summer day in Toronto and made me tremble and fall in love… with who or what I’m not sure; the city yes, and maybe the idea of the in-between.

There is something incredibly delicate and beautiful about the thought of in-between: of that space of the possible, of movement, of choices being sought and yet to be made, of freedom and abandon and all the stuff that dreams are made of, but yet to solidify. It is a place of alchemy. Some call it a moment – a fleeting moment.

A film improved by butchering

Gerardo Valero

“No good movie is long enough and no bad movie is short enough”. As much truth as this phrase carries it is also a fact that editing choices greatly influence a film’s outcome. One of the best examples to illustrate this point is Guisseppe Tornatore’s “Cinema Paradiso” which was released in 1990 as a 124 minute gem that won Best Foreign Film at the Academy Awards and the unconditional love of everyone I’ve ever discussed it with. Further, it made no sense to learn that a much longer version of the film had been released in Italy a couple of years before to mediocre reviews and box-office results. How could material this good ever be ignored? The answer came years later in a single viewing of one of those DVD editions that includes the complete 173 minute version. As strange as this sounds, I believe that the butchering of Director Tornatore’s original 1988 vision saved his film from utter mediocrity, and took it to an all together higher level.

A psychopath and the Female Gaze

I love a black comedy. Always have. You know, all those tragic mishaps that seem to befall Alec Guinness in the English countryside when no one is looking? But then who doesn’t love an Ealing comedy. I also like “Dexter” and for similar reasons; it too, has an air of subversive glee about it, albeit darker and more graphic in nature. The appeal is never about seeing people die, though (where’s the fun in that?). Nor in watching mindless torture porn like Hostel; a genre increasingly viewed as the favorite pastime of failed experiments in parenting, moreover, and thus to be avoided at all costs. I loathe the entire genre aka “Women in Danger” films as Gene and Roger once termed them. American Psycho however, is anything but a slasher film.

Framed in Shame

Olivia Collette

There’s a Someecards meme floating around that reads, “If I don’t have sex with you, I’m a prude. If I use the pill, I’m a slut. If I get pregnant, I’m an idiot. And if I choose abortion, I’m Satan.” That’s the sum of our attitude towards female sexuality, but the movie “Shame” (2011) assures us that men suffering from sex addiction will earn comparable condemnations.

A boy’s best friend is his mother

It’s quite easy for someone to enjoy film. Loving film is completely different. For those who see films enjoy them, yet only those who can read film truly love it and understand it as an art form.

Hitchcock is probably the most well known director of all time. There is no absolute answer to what his crowning achievement is. A lot of critics prefer “Vertigo.” Taste varies from one film lover to the other. “North by Northwest”, “Notorious”, “Vertigo”, “Rear Window”, “The Birds”, “Shadow of a Doubt”, “Strangers on a Train”, “Rebecca”, “Suspicion”, “The 39 Steps” and “Psycho” are among his most loved.

The truth is there is no such thing as one ultimate Hitchcock masterpiece, there are only favorites.

Our neighbors the sociopaths

While revisiting David Michôd’s “Animal Kingdom” (2010), I wondered what it was like for its passive teenager hero to live with his heroin addict mother at their small home. We can only assume that she definitely could not get the Mother of the Year award, considering the mundane but eerie opening sequence. It’s around afternoon, and her son is watching some TV show, and she seems to be asleep next to him on couch – but we soon learn she died from an overdose.

Almodovar’s passionate celebration of cinema: Omar Moore on “Broken Embraces”

Whether or not you believe that “Broken Embraces” is Pedro Almodόvar’s best film, one thing cannot be denied: it’s a film that so passionately celebrates cinema and the filmmaker’s love for it.

Multiple stories frame a complex narrative in “Broken Embraces.” Mr. Almodόvar trains his lens on Penélope Cruz, his muse. She plays Lena, a woman caught between passion and misery in the film, set in Madrid in the early 1990s and 2008. A film director (Lluís Homar) is blighted by the past while also recalling fond memories in the present as he hibernates in the afterglow of a vibrant affair with Lena, whom he directed during the nineties in a comedy. Back then he was Mateo Blanco. Now, in the early 21st century he is Harry Caine – a hurricane of regrets, mysteries and opportunities. There’s Lena’s husband Ernesto (José Luis Gόmez), a billionaire business magnate who has helped Lena pre-marriage and produces Blanco’s film “Girls With Suitcases.” Keeping Blanco in line and on schedule with the film is his agent Judit (Blanca Portillo), and that isn’t an easy task.

The Garden of Pleasantville

Olivia Collette

How do things work in a perfect world? The book of Genesis tells us this much: every living thing lives in harmony, food is plentiful, there is no such thing as pain, and nobody knows the difference between good and evil.

That’s the loophole the serpent uses to convince Eve to eat the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. “God said not to because I’ll die,” she protests. “You won’t die,” the serpent says. “You’ll just be wiser, like God, and see things the way he does.” So Eve eats the fruit because she can’t conceive of anything that isn’t perfect, and if God is wise, then wisdom is perfect too. As for Adam, the Bible never really attributes any motive to his deed. He just seems to take the fruit from Eve without question.

It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s the superhero genre!

Krishna Bala Shenoi

Back then, I could watch Max Fleischer’s Superman cartoons forever and never get bored. Today, the case is almost the same. Oh, those films have some of the finest animation I’ve ever seen–even by today’s standards, the animation is phenomenal, right from the fluidity of the movements of the characters to the uncanny weight of the objects. The characters and objects had shadows too.

Remembering Mike Wallace

Anath White

News that the incomparable journalist Mike Wallace has died brought back a story. In a life filled with remarkable and dramatic events, it is perhaps among the most memorable but little told. It happened in Iran in 1981.

In early 1979, the Iranian Revolution burst upon the world, forcing out the widely-hated, long-serving despot, Shah Reza Pahlavi, and bringing the exiled Islamic fundamentalist Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini to power. Anger at America, whose policies had supported the Shah and interfered in Iran’s politics for decades, was widespread, as thousands of Iranians demonstrated daily in the streets, and Khomeini denounced “the Great Satan.” That November, revolutionary students stormed the American Embassy in search of C.I.A. files, taking the 52 staffers present hostage. It was a siege that would last a seemingly infinite 444 days, becoming an American sensation on the nightly news (ABC’s “Nightline” was created to cover “the Iran hostage crisis”), and profoundly influencing the outcome of the 1980 Presidential election.

The Boulevard of Broken Manhood

Omer M. Mozaffar

I have long had trouble enjoying live sporting events, concerts, and stage shows for three reasons. First, I would tire from watching the show from one single angle. Conditioned by movies, I need the variety of angles, the intimacy of close-ups and the sweep of tracking shots. Second, live events will never have the polish of a polished movie. And, third, (more applicable to large stage shows) the dialogue is always too enunciated and thus distant, even when it is “realistic.”

Is a reasonable doubt unreasonable?

Gerardo Valero

The dissection of a real life legal case from every possible point of view may be the main subject from Barbet Schroeder’s “Reversal of Fortune” but the heart of the film unquestionably resides in one of the most amazing acting performances in the history of cinema: Jeremy Iron’s portrayal of Claus Von Bulow

The real Von Bulow was indeed convicted to a thirty year term for the murder of his socialite wife Sunny, played by Glenn Close, but the movie, without taking sides, does make it clear that his sentencing was somehow influenced by the court of public opinion in which everybody believed Claus was guilty, he had to be, he certainly seemed like a man guilty of something.

Allenville: A nice place to visit

Michał Oleszczyk

Judging from the overwhelmingly tepid critical reaction that “To Rome with Love” has been getting since it opened in Poland, European film critics seem to take offense at what they describe as glossy, superficial way of presenting their continent in Woody Allen’s recent movies. I know a Spanish film buff who hated (hated, hated) “Vicky Cristina Barcelona,” as well as a Parisian who despised “Midnight in Paris.” Clearly, there’s something about the way Allen shoots European cities that many of their natives object to. They hate how prettified and inane their stomping grounds look on the screen (mere sightseeing folders, they say). And yet they never minded when New York was getting the same kind of Allen treatment back in the day. It seems we’re much more comfortable with mythologizing someone else’s home than we are with other people sprinkling glitter on ours.

Varieties of Leaves of Grass

As far as I know, “a mixed bag” is a negative expression, but I think that is an appropriately positive one in case of “Leaves of Grass” (2009) for its seemingly disjointed combination of crime story and philosophy. The movie throws such discrepant stuff into its plot that it could actually make a good shopping list: Latin, marijuana, Socrates, crossbows, poetry, bongs, Heidegger, family, catfish, Whitman, parallel lines, menorahs, swastikas, murder, and so on.

Life beyond Rationality and Compassion

Omer M. Mozaffar

Have you ever been hit so hard that you’ve been left in a permanent daze? I’m speaking of a defining event that, in a matter of moments, changes everything for you, permanently. Maybe it’s a collision. Maybe a life event like a tragedy or a divorce. You’re at the epicenter of the calamity. The destruction hits you right between the eyes. And while you make sense of what hit you, if you ever do, your loved ones bear the brunt of the hurricane that you become. Like a set of ripples, it realigns everything you do. Peter Weir’s “Fearless” 1993 shows us the effect of a plane crash, and tells us that when we get hit with such cataclysms, no single way resolves the trauma.