question of the day: Whither the American art film?
I will leave you to interpret that yourself. Has there ever been a genre of “American art film”? If not, why not? If so, where has it gone?
I will leave you to interpret that yourself. Has there ever been a genre of “American art film”? If not, why not? If so, where has it gone?
Spotted this mysterious sign today in Leicester…
Let the quibbling over defining Doctors and the start/end years of their regnerations commence.
After Midnight in Paris, I’d be happy to let Woody Allen take me on a grand tour of the Continent, one starstudded movie at a time.
Or are they a temporary symptom of Hollywood’s struggle to keep audiences engaged?
There’s seats on the tube, near the doors, that fold up, to make room for strollers, luggage, and other bulky items. Very clever.
What my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
Doctor Who can teach us about 1950s auto mechanics, because the Doctor isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty! Doctor Who can teach us about brain surgery, because the Doctor once rescued a giant brain from a big pit!
Speaking of the Bechdel Test, here’s a flick that appears to be all about two women talking to each other about a man.
Bonus points if you can figure out why no one worries about films being “male-friendly.”