A fluffy romp with a sobering truth: relationships and your twenties may end, but neither signals the end of the world
Olivia Collette has been deconstructing movies since she realized some of her friends were willing to humor her. She has a thing for Laxmi Chhaya dance routines, a crush on Fellini, and a non-negotiable fear of zombie flicks. Based in Montreal, Olivia has written for various print and online publications, including the Montreal Gazette, World Film Locations: San Francisco, Sparksheet, Indiewire’s Press Play blog and the Spectator Arts Blog. She discusses pop culture at Livvy Jams and dissects our inconsistent obsession with body image on The Scrawn. If you see Olivia at Ebertfest, make sure to have your song ready, because she’s totally dragging you to Karaoke.
A piece on the last art of the talky 'chick flick' of the '90s.
Some directors are all about the visual symbolism, but Forman was more of a people-watcher.
Rosanna Arquette’s 2002 documentary “Searching for Debra Winger” is so much more salient now in light of the recent reckoning, if a little more difficult to watch.
How to shoot a better sex scene.
A look at the arc of Kylo Ren through Star Wars: The Last Jedi.
Stop watching movies made by assholes. It'll be OK.
A piece on Kylo Ren in the light of previous "Star Wars" villains.
A response to Noah Gittell's piece on Nick Hornby.
A rebuttal to Joni Edelman's piece on "Inside Out."
An FFC responds to Kyle Smith's assertion that women can't enjoy GoodFellas.