Augustine is the second movie in the past three years to deal with the long-discredited disease referred to as “female hysteria” – used as the go-to diagnosis for many mental and physical health problems suffered by women in the 18th and 19th centuries.
After Lucia is an ultra-stylized Mexican film about loss and suffering, stoicism and shame. It’s a sober look into the reality of teenage bullying — cellphones, I swear, are weapons — and what can happen when victims feel they’ve no shoulder to lean on.
Keri Pickett produced and directed “The Fabulous Ice Age” – a film about the history of theatrical ice shows which dates back 100 years.
If you thought Deadliest Catch was unnerving, imagine experiencing the show aboard the ship, peering through a pinhole, trying to make out what’s moving around among the dripping nets, inhaling salty night air, underneath a cloud of scavenging sea birds.
Throughout the entire festival, WCCO’s Movie Blog will be spotlighting one particularly notable MSPIFF movie each day. So clear your schedules and get ready to go around the world in 18 days.
Forget about the forecast. No, seriously. Pretend you didn’t just hear Mike Augustyniak toss out the possibility that parts of Minnesota could see up to a foot of snow later this week.
We’re now just a few weeks away from the opening of the 2013 MSPIFF, and it still feels pretty much like winter out there. So there will be no reason to feel bad about seeking late-season refuge inside a movie theater … for weeks.
There are few things sweeter than the sight of grass peeking through the snow after a long, hard winter season. But the opportunity to see new movies from world-class auteurs and local up-and-comers alike is among those things.
The dates have been set for the 2013 Minneapolis-St. Paul International Film Festival. Twin Cities film fans should block April 11-28 from their calendars.
I can’t think of a more appropriate title for the final film of the 2012 Minneapolis-St. Paul International Film Festival.
If you read the word trilogy and immediately think Star Wars, prepare yourself: something new is on your horizon.
“The dog ate my homework” gets a wryly navel-gazing, grad school spin in Nancy, Please (a film which, incidentally, boasts maybe my favorite title this year).
The latest film from Canadian treasure Guy Maddin is a handmade masterpiece.
Gorgeously filmed (with only the very faintest whiff of a Stella Artois advertisement), Found Memories is another spin on the “strong will of youth overcomes staid obsolescence of age” archetype.
This movie isn’t nearly as dark as it pretends to be.
The thing about crowd-pleasers at film festivals … after a few of them, they start to all seem as though they’re operating from the exact same playbook. You can anticipate the emotional beats with no […]
Minnesota and mumblecore. Like peanut butter and jelly (or, rather, like peanut butter and the roof of your cast’s mouth). Local writer-director Peter McLarnan keeps his cards awfully close throughout The Sound of Small Things.
Have you ever considered what the word organic means when you see it on fruit, vegetables or ice cream cones? Did its meaning, in your mind, seem to be a mash of words like fresh, nutritious, eco-friendly, expensive and hip? If so, In Organic We Trust might be something fresh for you.
If you’ve never heard of Twin Cities’ drummer Dave King, you may have heard of one of his five bands.
Made in Minnesota with the reported assistance of Minnesota military organizations, Memorial Day is indeed a reverent piece of filmmaking, one which uses the same vocabulary as any number of other, more skeptical war movies.
Do you hate American media and pop culture? I mean really hate it? Well so does comedian/director Bobcat Goldthwait.
Besides daggers, mirrors and labyrinths, the Argentinian poet Borges felt an intense connection to tigers, and while reading Kipling’s Jungle Book as a kid, he was upset that Shere Khan was a villain and not the protagonist’s friend.
Your average NYC socialite rarely travels further east than The Hamptons. But filmmaker Margaret Betts isn’t your average heiress.
Murder mysteries are almost always more fun when their titles seem unpronounceable.
I remember watching a documentary about the angst of middle-aged men. One guy in his late 50s laments the fact that he can’t get the attention of anyone at the bars or clubs he frequents, despite all the time he continues to put into maintaining his own visage.