An urban legend from the snowy, desolate plains of Minnesota was the catalyst that led to “Kumiko: The Treasure Hunter,” a new, haunting film from brothers David and Nathan Zellner.
The filmmaker who re-imagined Batman in the beloved Dark Knight trilogy will be in Minnesota this spring to talk about his films as part of a Walker Art Center anniversary celebration.
The best thing about “Spring” is that it wears its weirdness on its sleeve
It isn’t so very often that we get two Friday the 13th months in a row. You don’t have to be superstitious to perk up whenever the fateful date approaches. You might just be a fan of some of the cheesiest, least frightening horror movies ever made, the Friday the 13th franchise.
Director Paolo Virzì’s multi-sided moral fable Human Capital took home the Best Picture award last year from the equivalent of the Italian Oscars, managing somehow to best Paolo Sorrentino’s The Great Beauty, which happened to bag an actual Oscar. While Virzi’s film isn’t half as good as Sorrentino’s, it must be said that “Human Capital” is pretty, gripping and has the aura of greatness, even if it does come off a little too much like another Oscar winner, 2006’s Crash.
Previously, I’ve counted down the best baseball movies, the best football movies, and the best basketball movies of all time. Heck, I’ve even covered the best movies featuring archery. Why did it take me this long to get to the best movies about hockey?
Only have patience for one vampire movie in 2015? Make it this weird, silly, pitch-perfect mockumentary from New Zealand. “What We Do In The Shadows,” created by one of the minds behind “Flight of the Conchords,” has big laughs before the opening credits roll, and it goes on to take vampiric tropes, place them in a modern Wellington cityscape, and twist them into wonderful B-movie jokes.
An Oscar pool is an Oscar pool, and it’s not usually the big, headlining categories that count so much as the little, technical, specialty, “Birdman isn’t nominated here” categories. Those are the categories where making uneducated guesses will throw a big, gold-plated wrench into your plans to win that $7 prize at your Academy Awards party of choice.
If “50 Shades Of Grey”looks impossibly boring to you, this might be the antidote. Peter Strickland’s “The Duke of Burgundy” is an avant-garde experience of the sensual and the psychological. While it’s gorgeous and kinky, it’s also a smart study of a complicated relationship, one that both flourishes and withers inside the walls of an elegant, sun-ripened European home.
More Oscar stuff this week, as you might have expected. And among the offerings are some fresh nominee screenings. One of the most exciting is that of Timbuktu, which is nominated for a best foreign film Oscar.
To call Beloved Sisters a romantic, historical epic about a threesome with a German poet is wrong. While the scenes are set gorgeously, with meticulously detailed costumes and props, and the story centers on the possible love life of the monumental Friedrich Schiller, there lacks a certain something when the characters’ passions flare and fists meet the table. The silverware rattles, but not much else.
Bill Pohlad, known for producing such powerful films as 12 Years a Slave, Tree of Life and Brokeback Mountain, will have a director credit on a film slated to cap off this year’s Minneapolis St. Paul International Film Festival.
Now that the Super Bowl is behind us, let’s talk about a different type of spectacle, The Oscars.
I said it last year, and it applies in full right now: “For the last few years, I’ve pointed out that winning your Oscar pool in some ways depends on being smart about your selections […]
The Walker Art Center’s beloved Internet Cat Video Festival is becoming something of a Minnesota summer tradition, and this year it’s coming to St. Paul.
One of the hard lessons of Force Majeure, the latest film from the “not yet household-name level but maybe getting there” Swedish director Ruben Östlund, is that life deals most humans a crap hand. And most humans respond to them with childish petulance, at best.
In the rear-view mirror, the movies of 2014 look exhausting. So many of them kept us in our seats for well over two hours, and just as many failed to reach their creators’ lofty ambitions. Yet while the giants struggled this year, others flourished.
I’m not going to lie. Most holiday movies are at best mediocre. The noisy, overdecorated holiday movies are all too profuse. Instead, we should reserve our contempt for the movies that are not only stupid, but crassly manipulative.
What makes the Australian horror movie The Babadook so spookily satisfying is that it isn’t so much about a shadowy monster terrorizing a single mom and her little boy as it is about the psychological health of a family devastated by loss.
To call Princess Kaguya pretty wouldn’t do it justice. The watercolor animation from Studio Ghibli (Spirited Away, Princess Mononoke) is at once airy and abundant, simple and sublime. For those depressed by winter’s early arrival, this film is a spring breeze, a breath of life.
Acclaimed and prolific documentarian Frederick Wiseman has turned his lens to a museum – and not just any museum. Works of Leonardo da Vinci, Rembrandt, Velazquez, Titian, and Rubens are among the thousands of classic paintings that fill the halls of London’s National Gallery, and Wiseman, in his observant and meticulous way, captures the struggles and joys of keeping the celebrated and venerable institution at such an exulted state.
In the increasingly distant future — 26 years ago this Thanksgiving, A.D. — the greatest Thanksgiving gift of all time was unleashed on the world. On Thanksgiving Day 1988, Twin Cities station KTMA aired the first episodes of what would eventually turn into arguably the biggest, most culturally significant cult TV show of all time.
The majority of movies centered around a true-life crime story typically work, in effect, from the event backwards. The story may be told in a linear fashion, but the crucial question usually remains: Why did this horrible act happen?
Sweet Lord in heaven, what a movie. This tough, tragic documentary by filmmaker Jesse Moss is one of the year’s best, and it should probably be required watching for anyone in the Midwest.
Much as I would love to review the newest installment of the Hunger Games trilogy (make that quadrilogy), Mockingjay: Part 1 suffers from the same phenomenon that Jason Matheson and I were discussing torpedoed much of the penultimate Harry Potter movie installment.