A study of the painter LS Lowry that, with sly whimsy and darkness, finds a universality of the creative psyche via the toxic relationship with his mother, who tried (unsuccessfully) to crush him.
Powerfully poignant, a bumpy, bittersweet journey through grief and joy.
A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. It is a fusty nut with no kernel. It speaks an infinite deal of nothing.
Looks good! Looks mainstream! So why isn’t it getting a major release?
Is the world so full of women ready to settle, romantically, for Mr. Just Barely Okay that even our romantic fantasies are full of such situations
A Man for All Seasons is a handsome production. In other words, it is staid, stern, plodding, and precise, with about as much passion as your 11th-grade history textbook.