And so it is done — congratulations to the Daniels’ Everything Everywhere All At Once, the silly little weird genre anarchy film that took the conventions of narrative filmmaking and blew them up, smashing a few glass ceilings in the process. …

john carney’s films lie in the sparse valley between film and proper musical, but they all do share one trait: characters incapable of communication instead doing so via music — through strings and keys and lyrics, usually in varying stages of creation. they’re invariably human: the collision of two lost creatives in orbit of each other. that’s pretty as much miracle we can ask for in the world we live in.

is it possible to make an anti-war film without some level of emotional manipulation? “all quiet” is a war film. it’s also a coming-of-age film, in the sense of documenting a loss of innocence in the most inhumane of circumstances. war films always make for awards season bait, and yet…

So much can be said in silence — that’s one of the greatest privileges of film, and it’s a weapon “Lady Macbeth” wields well. Prolonged silences and the intimacy of solitude: the trappings of a domestic life. These are what make up most of the scenery in this film, which…

Every now and then a film comes along and shakes the foundations of the things you think you know: cinema, the human capacity for yearning, warfare and trauma that lingers on you, eventually becoming part of who you are. What is the human condition, the nature of the living, than…

While nothing con top Chungking Express in my book, Fallen Angels is yet another dive into more of Wong Kar-wai’s genius — to experience his films is to immerse yourself in a realm of pure feeling and psyche, in the full spectrum between human loneliness and yearning. Some things really…

in the afternoon i ask the ocean to grant me its poetry but instead it gives me its own quiet rhythm, asks me to ask nothing more of it, but only to lend myself to the metronome of its reassurance: here is the water that knows you by name, here is the salt of the earth that crumbles your tragedies. wring the sorrows from your hair, coalesce yourself into the crest and fall: the breath of the ocean is unbroken and true. the natural state of water is to carry, not to take. you turn your face to the dying sun: you are staying in the world for a reason you have yet no name for. in a short time it will be morning again.

i was driving today and the roads felt somewhat unfamiliar, as if they didn’t recognize me either: a wrong sidewalk, a misplaced lamppost. or i wonder if my memory were mistaken. i think of how it does this every now and then to each of us, when we mistake seeing…

As BTS’ leader, RM (Kim Namjoon) has always been both grounding anchor and forward motion for the group, the conduit between the group’s unique internal dynamic and the global stage they’ve since found themselves on. This is perhaps what best describes the atmosphere of his debut album, Indigo, an exploration…