What's a Wednesday evening without a bad slapstick anti-German comedy from 1918 that features Stan Laurel in a supporting part?
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Andrzej Wajda, the bard of political freedom in film and, in my opinion, the greatest living filmmaker, is dead at the age of 90. Wajda's career is absolutely titanic. His.
This is a really interesting essay about how the military establishment teaches The Battle of Algiers and how it usually draws poor lessons from it. Since 2003, counterinsurgency training has.
I love the films produced by the military in World War II. Here is Mission Accomplished, a short 1943 film about the success of the B-17.
In 1958, Alain Resnais made an industrial film, for whatever reason. Money I assume. Le Chant du Styrène is about plastics. It's also an absolutely beautiful film, really a wonderful.
Many years ago, a historian friend showed me a copy of the British documentary "Show Down at Aspen," on Hunter S. Thompson's 1970 campaign for mayor of Aspen. Finally, I.
Bilge Ebiri has a good essay on Jeff Bridges's career. Maybe Bridges absorbed some aspect of this uncertainty, let it grow inside him into a kind of stance against his times. He made a startling number of westerns and neo-westerns in the Seventies, a decade...
Bilge Ebiri's remembrance of Abbas Kiarostami's work is well worth your time. These movies identify the filmmaker as a student of behavior. But the repetitiveness also.
This is an interesting discussion of how the corporation has become a popular culture villain. But I think it's a remarkably apolitical way that doesn't really transfer over to distrust.
I don't want to embed because I don't want it to somehow be taken down, but you really should watch the 1983 film Born in Flames. Imagine a world 10 years after a Bernie Sanders-style socialist revolution. The Party is leading the nation but women...
Tonight's film is this 1967 "educational" thing, brought to you by the American Dairy Association, about fitness for teenage girls. Of course the primary reason they should be fit is.
Tonight's film is a genuinely useful PSA from 1982 about women taking control over their own bodies. Plus the biggest douche in the film has Larry Bird hair.