After he graduated from the University of St. Thomas with a degree in print journalism, Jonathon joined the web team again as a web producer in February of 2011.
When he is not editing and/or writing articles, Jonathon writes for the movie blog and sometimes interviews directors with whom he is nearly too impressed to speak.
Aside from cinema, Jonathon enjoys video games, the music of Omar Rodriguez Lopez, rock climbing and poetry — think Garcia Lorca and James Wright.
Jonathon also has a huge crush on Carl Sagan.
I went into Still Mine fearing that it’d be a based-on-true-events love story with way too many tiny violins for my taste. Fortunately, my fears were (mostly) unfounded.
SeaWorld is not at all happy with Gabriela Cowperthwaite. She made Blackfish, a documentary about killer whales and the consequences — in some cases deadly — of keeping them in captivity. And let’s just say SeaWorld doesn’t end up looking too pretty.
The great Italian filmmaker Federico Fellini once said that there’s only a few stories. That aphorism bore true, I found, when watching two rock ‘n’ roll documentaries slated to come out this weekend — A Band Called Death and Big Star: Nothing Can Hurt Me.
Tomi Ungerer is a globally-revered illustrator and children’s book author, and Far Out Isn’t Far Enough, a documentary out this Friday, chronicles his life, showcasing his wonderfully diverse work while highlighting the contradictions in his nature.
And right now I’m even tempted to describe the doc as refreshing and nutritious as honey. And so I will. More Than Honey is just that — it’s smart, multi-layered, glittering with interesting characters, varied scenes, and Planet Earth-pretty images of bees, flying, working, mating, dying, enduring. More Than Honey is easily one of my favorite science docs this year. And while it’s not all doom-saying, don’t thinks movie won’t give you pause. Ands loads to think about.
I’m a total sucker for almost any cooking competition show or documentary that features people who’ve mastered, through years and years of practice, the art of making beautiful, edible things. Think of Top Chef or Jiro Dreams of Sushi.
Tobias Lindholm’s A Hijacking is a psychologically intense examination of two worlds slamming together. In this case, the clash involves the world of Western business and the world of Somali pirates. Lindholm, who wrote and directed the movie, crafts the drama around two characters and two locales; but one set offers more to mull over than the other.
Pride is over, but another week of celebration is about to begin. So if you need to flesh out your Fourth of July plans, or just cool off for a few hours, here’s some flicks worth considering…
Being the barbarian to the form I am, I watched wide-eyed as Dessay sang Violetta to life. In gym clothes, with hair like she just skydived onto stage, Dessay hit notes in the ionosphere and with apparent ease, while also acting, taking direction, and speaking Italian. Her performance, which is the heartbeat of the documentary, bordered on superhuman. But that only held my interest for so long.
Throughout European history, the diagnosis of hysteria has plagued women. The disease — now considered junk science — took so many different forms that a list of possible symptoms could fill some 75 pages. Anything from epileptic-like seizures to “sexual desire” counted. And if you showed such symptoms, Lord have mercy.
The gloom is over, apparently. Now that the sun has emerged from its bed of clouds, you can actually start enjoying spring-time again. But if you find yourself seeking relief from the sun (or getting drinks at patios or biking around the lakes), here’s what’s playing — and totally worth seeing — at local theaters.
My thoughts and feelings on Joss Whedon’s Much Ado About Nothing are conflicted. On the one hand, I found the movie tiresome and awkward on first viewing, like watching your roommate teach his cat how to play fetch. Yet, after learning how Much Ado was made, I grew to like the project more, as it has some real punk rockish, let’s-make-a-movie spirit — the exact stuff I’d like to see more of both in Hollywood and the indie scene.
Uncertainty, or the feeling of it, is the central force in “Wish You Were Here.” The movie wants you to constantly question whether or not its main man (Joel Edgerton) is a villain…or just a guy who makes exceptionally dumb decisions. And as long as you give a damn about Edgerton’s welfare, the movie works pretty well.
Some people are straight-up intoxicating to listen to when they talk about what they love. Ricky Jay is one of those people. He’s an American actor and sleight-of-hand master whom you might recognized due to a card trick — one in which he goes all Gambit-like, flicking cards with enough force that they slice into the tough rind of a watermelon.
Directed by Ben Wheatley, Sightseers follows an awkward UK couple as they vacation in a camper (or caravan) through the countryside, visiting campgrounds and museums dedicated feats of English ingenuity, like tram cars and pencils. That might sound kind of ho-hum, but once blood first-blood is spilled, the couple turns from middle class lovebirds to something like Bonnie and Clyde.