For every project finished there are numerous others abandoned or left incomplete.
The year’s best music reflects the spirits of hope and change that will likely define 2008.
This year’s edition seems most conspicuous for not bearing the teeth marks of Dario’s daughter Asia.
Staying Alive, the curiously delayed and universally derided sequel to 1977’s Saturday Night Fever, isn’t as bad as you’ve probably heard
So is Krull one of the last great “cheesy” fantasy epics?
Now only twilight and sunset.
Now in its 37th year, ND/NF kicks off tonight with a screening of the Sundance Film Festival prizewinner Frozen River.
This podcase was recorded as part of House contributor Kevin Lee’s endeavor to watch the 1000 greatest films of all time.
Another trend that persists is the allotment of at least one spot to a Sundance prizewinner.
The presence of an Alex Cox sidebar hints at the series’s anarchistic strivings.
The Recording Academy no doubt has oodles of tedium in the works for us at this year’s Grammy Awards ceremony.
It’s Patrick Wolf who earns our pick for Album of the Year for following two impressive records with one that’s even more extraordinary.
By most accounts, this year’s New York Film Festival is one of the strongest in years.
MTV decimated whatever tiny shred of integrity its annual Video Music Awards show still had when this year’s list of nominations were announced.
This year’s Human Rights Watch International Film Festival features one of the strongest lineups in the program’s history.
Per usual, a considerable amount of this year’s selections are carryovers from Toronto and Park City.
Is there a general consensus in the industry that Mary J. Blige is owed something?
Oscar trends continue to have shorter and shorter shelf lives as the award season calendar continues to pork up.
Scuttlebutt has it that this year’s edition of the New York Film Festival is one of the richest in the festival’s 44-year history.
De Palma’s oeuvre owes at least some part of its brash vitality to the destructivism his critics sparked in the director’s bruised ego.