I’m not Catholic, and I am no longer an aspiring nun, so I have no real knowledge of what vows those entering the convent are supposed to take before pledging their lives to God’s service. But I would have to assume that one of them is the vow of modesty.
I’m not exactly surprised to see the box office receipts for this holiday weekend. Specifically, I’m not surprised to see that Godzilla is off by 77 percent of its opening weekend totals.
Too often I tie your decision on whether or not you should catch a limited-release or repertory screening in the Twin Cities based solely on the weather. For much of the last year or two, that’s been a winning bet on my part, with two endless winters and stifling summers.
“Because the movie’s called Godzilla!” That’s what I’ve heard a number of times already from some audience members and critics who felt shortchanged by the amount of screen time given to the indomitable Gojira.
I’ll give you five good reasons to check out a movie this week. I’m not talking about the titles I mention below. I’m talking about the cold and/or cloudy weather predicted for Monday through Friday this week.
I couldn’t help but wonder what the outcome of their conflict would have been had they put their violence urges on ice and instead submitted themselves into an epic series of fraternity Olympics.
As much as I loved counting down the top movie mothers of all time … counting down the 10 worst is just more fun. I have no idea what that means in the long run, but in any case, here is a poison pen letter to cinema’s mothers we all love to hate.
Before, I counted down the top 10 worst movie mothers of all time. Now a list of the greatest mothers in all movie history, because there’s never a bad day to pay tribute to mothers, right?
Series boasting films both old and new continue this week at the Riverview, the Trylon and the Walker, but one of the most exciting new additions to the Twin Cities film scene this week is a movie that’s older than your great-grandmother. Read on.
More often than not, it takes at least six months to a year (if not longer) for festival movies to arrive in the Twin Cities, especially given all the titles distributors hold onto until Oscar season kicks into high gear.
. In his new documentary, Rithy Panh tries exorcise memories he knows all too well, though much of the evidence was lost in the chaos surrounding him. But the figurines in the spotlight of “The Missing Picture” are in no form an escape from reality.
I bet you thought I was going to issue a postmortem on the 2014 Minneapolis-St. Paul International Film Festival, right? After all, Saturday night was the closing night. Oh, no. Closing night is only the beginning. Now’s the time to double back to catch all the audience favorites you missed the first time around!
Sometimes it takes months and months for movies that play the Minneapolis-St. Paul International Film Festival to show up in general release in the Twin Cities. Even more often, films from the festival roster don’t show up again at all. And then every once in awhile an MSPIFF selection pops into theaters in a matter of days.
That’s not Thom Yorke on the, ahem, “Motion Picture Soundtrack” for How to Disappear Completely. It’s the spare, oddly dispassionate beats of Eyedress, which lace Raya Martin’s dark and foreboding mystery with an aura of […]
Directed by Stephanie Spray and Pacho Velez but supervised by Lucien Castaing-Taylor (whose Leviathan was among last year’s most memorable films, documentary or otherwise), you might say that nothing happens in Manakamana. Or you could […]