Perhaps the definitive “neorealist” film, shot in the rubble of Occupied Rome just after the Nazis had left.
A very early-70s rock opera about the Crucifixion, complete with tanks, machine guns, and a dancing King Herod. Happy Easter.
Describing the plot of this movie, where one serial killer helps a trainee FBI agent catch another, does not do justice to how spectacularly well made and acted it is.
Maybe the first big blockbuster, somehow still leaving viewers flabbergasted a century later. Also one long missive about “cancel culture,,” basically.
This “jukebox musical” of patriotic Broadway hits showcases James Cagney’s powerhouse performance, but that’s basically the only part of the movie that works for me.
A three-hour Taiwanese family drama where I lost track of many of the plot-lines and relationships, yet I’m still kind of obsessed with it.
A portrait of a coal mining community in 1970s Kentucky, where the company is king but the locals risk life and limb to unionize, as did the filmmakers to tell their story.
Even if you have not watched it over and over, the people who made the movies you have, have.
As March Madness continues in Indiana, we revisit this 1980s piece of “Pepperidge Farm buncombe” that’s somehow effective despite basically nothing that happens off a basketball court working at all.
Those who know Jessica Walter’s work on “Arrested Development” may be interested in her early performance as a crazy stalker terrorizing Clint Eastwood’s handsome jazz DJ.