As these things go, Meredith Monk is probably one of the more notable faces of the avant-garde art movement. A composer, choreographer, dancer, filmmaker and singer (whatever your thoughts on all of those descriptors may actually be, she does them), Monk somehow broke through into a broader public consciousness as
Kevin Macdonald divides his time between dramatic features and documentaries. Sometimes, as in the case of Touching the Void, he does both at the same time. I have admired films he has done in both mediums, but his Oscar-winning One Day in September will forever keep be hankering for more
When I think of my childhood, a lot of my memories are overcast. And I don’t mean that in a sad way. Rather, I just seem to remember the grey and wintery over the golden summers that Australia is more famous for. Maybe it was the memory bleed of
Life After is the sophomore feature from Reid Davenport. He is a filmmaker whose first feature, I Didn’t See You There, took a novel approach to observing how somebody who is not able bodied navigates the world. Told largely through a rather simply first-person device of attaching a camera
A couple of years ago, my manager at the time got her team together to do some year-ahead planning and team bonding. She also asked where we’d like to be in six months, one year and five years. Among the standard answers of wanting to complete this project or
Mariska Hargitay has built her career and (by this stage) her legacy on a character whose troubled childhood and relationship to motherhood endows her with wells of empathy towards victims of sexual and emotional abuse. Turns out she knows a thing or two about generational trauma beyond the role of
There is a bit in Zackary Drucker’s Enigma where the director off-camera exclaims “Amanda…!” to one of Amanda Lear’s answers in such an incredulous tone and it honestly made me laugh. Partly because it surprised me on account of it being rare to hear a filmmaker so brazenly
America is a deeply weird place when it comes to sport. I mean, it’s deeply weird about a lot of things. But in this instance, we’re talking sport. The extreme pomp and circumstance like those seen in the opening moments of Surviving Ohio State is so intensely unappealing;
Being confined to the couch is as good of a reason as any to sit down (or lie down in this instance) and watch four hours of Ken Burns teaching us about buffalo. It is what any normal human being would do, I assume. For Burns, four-hours is proportionally quite
There is a line in The Body Politic that I can’t quite get out of my brain. Like a tick or a worm, burying its way in. It’s spoken by a disembodied voice—maybe it’s a television news reporter or a politician at the dais, and they
I’m Your Venus is a movie that does not go overtly into the complicated history of Paris is Burning. Neither as a cultural artefact, nor for its legacy as a story about queer and trans people directed a cis filmmaker. Just as we have long since gone beyond needing
For such a small and very independent documentary, it’s kind of a brag to be able to include the words “I Know” in your title. So much of what we watch movies about are unknowable even from a place of deep study and being a part of any given