A few months ago I took on the (ultimately unfortunate) assignment of reviewing Michael Haneke's own remake of his brilliant 1997 commentary, Funny Games.
Were Stanley Kramer alive today, he would have loved Tom McCarthy's The Visitor. Indeed, it resembles many of the Big Issue films of the mid-twentieth century.
Marigold Kitchen sits in a charming converted Queen Anne-style row home at 45th and Larchwood. Inside its welcoming exterior lies claret- colored walls adorned with a minimum of artwork, exposed ductwork, and rustic wood trim.
Michael Haneke's Funny Games is Pirandello on steroids. Its portrayal of authorial caprice and wantonness all in the name of "entertainment" and "plausibility" is brutal, draining and eminently revealing.
Garden State is not New Jersey - Zach Braff never even got caught in traffic on the Parkway. Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle, now studied assiduously at Penn alongside Citizen Kane, seems closer, at least stereotypically.
As Americans, we fancy ourselves as having monopolized postmodernist existential angst. But Theo Angelopoulos's 1988 masterpiece Landscape in the Mist plaintively reminds us that we are not alone in our search for meaning in a bleak universe.
Chris Rock is growing up. In his new film, I Think I Love My Wife, he attempts to incorporate his inimitable shtick into a more traditionally respectable format than, say, Pootie Tang.