The American Pavillion is too American — a kind of Club Med haven in the middle of the Cannes Film Festival. The European journalists who hang in the Orange wifi cafe are smart worldly types who speak quietly and do their work. Then you visit the American Pavillion and suddenly you’re in a 90210 realm with kids (i.e., Ampav volunteers) who sound like they grew up in a mall, constantly babbling and laughing at each other’s jokes and going, “Oh, totally…yeah!”
To my great surprise and delight, Christy Hall‘s Daddio, which I was remiss in not seeing during last year’s Telluride...
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7:45 pm: Okay, the initial light-hearted section (repartee, wedding, hospital, afterlife Joey Pants, healthy diet) was enjoyable, but Jesus, when...
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It took me a full month to see Wes Ball and Josh Friedman‘s Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes...
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Unless Part Two of Kevin Costner‘s Horizon (Warner Bros., 8.16) somehow improves upon the sluggish initial installment and delivers something...
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For me, A Dangerous Method (2011) is David Cronenberg‘s tastiest and wickedest film — intense, sexually upfront and occasionally arousing...
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