Movies
Ah, awards season. It's a great time in Hollywood. With so many awards these days being handed out to doctors, scientists, and educators, it's about damn time they honour millionaire movie stars! But seriously, for movie fans like me, it's a chance to see some great films.
"So where was I?" That was how host Ricky Gervais opened Sunday's 69th Annual Golden Globe Awards, a nod to the controversy that followed his previous year's hosting gig. His inference: he was going to pick up exactly where he left it last year. He wasn't going to pull any punches. Once again, he was going to raise hell. Well, this time? He didn't.
Do we really need to praise Martin Scorsese any more than he's been already? Do I have to reiterate the contributions he's made to film, not just through his endless list of cinematic masterpieces, but also through his contributions and advocacy of film preservation? Do I need to remind you about his passion for cinema?
Everyone's upbringing is different.
With updated versions of Footloose and The Thing hitting theatres this month, it's a perfect opportunity to question the value of movie remakes.
Generally speaking, most true film lovers despise remakes. It reeks of commercialism at its worst and bores originality-seeking moviegoers.
I'm not one of these self righteous film critics who always complain that movies aren't as good as they used to be. There are plenty of wonderful films out there to be enjoyed, one just requires a little extra effort to seek them out. Maybe I can help.
Here is the time of year that film buffs love. Summer is over, let's get serious.
With its endless capital and battalion of stars, Hollywood habitually eclipses everything else and leaves North American cineplexes turgid with stale super-hero flicks, listless comedies, and their sequels.
The name Drew Powell might not be familiar to you, but chances are you've seen more of this actor's work than you would think. In the past few years, he's appeared in several television guest spots on Psych, Leverage, In Plain Sight, and House, just to name a few.
Mark Nistico strolls into the Filmmaker's Lounge on the second floor of the Hyatt Regency in downtown Toronto flanked by his mother and brother -- his gait suggests an inkling of hesitation; a feeling of not quite belonging. The director is younger than most, lean and lanky with the shadow of a beard lending his visage an air of maturity it might otherwise lack.
For the second time I was given the pleasure of interviewing Toronto-based filmmaker Ingrid Veninger. Since the debut of her film Modra at last year's festival, she has become one of the most recognizable new faces in Canadian cinema. Physically, she is distinctive as well: her dreadlocked hair sits massed atop her head, almost threatening to topple her itty-bitty frame.
In honour of the Anniversary of the 9/11 attacks, I revisit Paul Greengrass's masterpiece United 93, released in the spring of 2006.
I've seen many films about 9/11, both documentaries and fictionalized accounts. I've become obsessed with accumulating footage and knowledge of this American tragedy with international repercussions.
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