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May 4, 2009 — John Cassavetes’ Faces is certainly a movie to shout about . . . and maybe sing and laugh and cry and bray and tell bad jokes about, too. In a new article titled “Essential Cassavetes,” Slate film critic Dana Stevens...
Essays
Apr 21, 2009 — “Just takes a few months to get to be a hundred. If you’re in the right place at the right time.” I first saw Henri-Georges Clouzot’s masterpiece The Wages of Fear when the restored version was released in the U.S.,...
Essays
Apr 2, 2009 — Writing the screenplay with Suzanne Schiffman, I intended to do for the theater what I had done for the cinema in Day for Night: the chronicle of a troupe at work, within a framework respecting the unities of place, time,...
Feb 26, 2009 — Criterion’s own Danny Walton was featured in his hometown Times-Picayune for a film he recently shot on location in the New Orleans area, his thesis project for the School of Visual Arts, here in New York City. It was a...
Jan 7, 2009 — If you’ve ever wanted to know more about Criterion’s cover designs for the films of Wes Anderson, check out this week’s issue of Time Out Chicago. In “5 Minutes with Ian Dingman,” Jake Malooley interviews the artist who supplied the...
Essays
Nov 19, 2008 — Albert Lamorisse’s principled balancing of objective fact with childish wish fulfillment results in a new, paradoxical genre—the documentary of dreams.
Jun 16, 2008 — Decades later, we’ve come to understand that Claude Sautet’s film—in a less gaudy and obvious, more secretive, insidious way—was just as revolutionary as Breathless.
Apr 21, 2008 — Juan Antonio Bardem combines neorealism with noir thriller to create a new dialect that would forge a new Spanish cinematic language.
Essays
Feb 18, 2008 — At the climax of Alex Cox’s Walker (1987), a helicopter descends from the night sky onto a plaza where the colonial buildings are ablaze and an army of mercenaries is disintegrating . . .
Nov 12, 2007 — What is left of Berlin Alexanderplatz, this endless canon of the sublime and the trivial, is thus a perpetuum mobile of the human dance of love and death.