Comic-Con Episode IV: A Fan's Hope
COMIC-CON EPISODE IV: A FAN’S HOPE is a funny and amiably diverting documentary, but it ends up providing no insight into its subject matter, writes Jim Ross
COMIC-CON EPISODE IV: A FAN’S HOPE is a funny and amiably diverting documentary, but it ends up providing no insight into its subject matter, writes Jim Ross
Told through the eyes of Lana, who has grown up at a zoo in Jakarta, POSTCARDS FROM THE ZOO is a film that begins much like a documentary, observing the running of the zoo and the people that live there. However, Lana’s surreal experiences of meeting a magical cowboy and being taken out into the … Continue reading Postcards From The Zoo (Kebun Binatang)
Underscored by the otherworldly music of Anda Union themselves, this documentary follows the band as they venture out of their modern city environment, back to rural Mongolia. Tom McNeill reviews.
THANKS FOR THE TIP tells the story of two orphans who are brought up by their uncles and grandfather during the early years of Franco’s dictatorship. Fellini-lite, writes Andrew Nickolds.
Lack of edge in character stops any real tension developing in the tight, claustrophobic TOWER BLOCK, writes Edd Elliott.
Black marketeer, bandit, separatist hero and murderer of innocents – the story of SALVATORE GIULIANO kicks off the Francesco Rosi season today at the Arts Picturehouse.
HIT AND RUN, for all its faults, manages to largely avoid some of the more lazy and offensive attitudes and stereotyping that has beset recent American comedies, writes Jim Ross.
Luis Tosar stars in MIENTRAS DUERMES, playing César, a downtrodden janitor who just wants to be happy – and to this end, ruins the lives of the tenants in his building, like an evil AMELIE.
THE NIGHT ELVIS DIED (LA NIT QUE VA MORIR L’ELVIS) is a challenging but ultimately rewarding film about intolerance, conflict, and, most importantly, passion, writes Dan Harling.
Shot over a period of seven years on bleary Super8 film, GRANDMA LO-FI gives an amusing insight into the working mind and thought processes of a septuagenarian garage rockstar, writes Huw Oliver.