Within the first three minutes, the arrangement of image to sound is made clear: the recorded voice of Lieselott Beschorner (born 1927) will be accompanied by a black screen, while the images of this artist at work in her studio will be rendered in silent black-and-white. Christiana Perschon continues her creative documentation of female artists (as in SHE IS THE OTHER GAZE, 2018), with a sensitivity to gesture, texture, rhythm, materials. “The line unfolds into something particular,” remarks Beschorner, and the same applies to the film’s capturing and assembling of light, movement, and sound.
While it is more than established that Halston’s life is far from a fairytale, the narrative suffers as a result of the decision to revolve more around sex and drugs than his artistry, it likely does a disservice to his cultural impact by pulling focus from his achievements.
A dark film in the tradition The Brother’s Grimm.
“And I think to myself….what a wonderful world”. Louis Armstrong sang about this notion via his classic 1967 song, an ode to witnessing elements of our life that should be but some reminders of exactly what that concluding line of each verse indicates. Now we see our contemporary realities and, just being honest, it makes a sentiment like this seem SO overtly far away….perhaps even impossible….to accept or believe could be. It sounds harsh, but again, so much of what is occurring speaks not to beauty, but bedlam.
A baking competition that delivers cookies ‘n screams.
When a group of White women are invited to dinner by an Indian woman and a Black woman to talk about race in America, sparks fly.
The Roses is a wickedly sharp marital warfare comedy that transforms domestic dysfunction into high art. Olivia Colman and Benedict Cumberbatch deliver powerhouse performances as a couple whose fairy-tale romance implodes when his architectural career collapses just as her culinary empire takes off. What makes Jay Roach's remake so devastatingly effective is its refusal to pick sides—both spouses are equally sympathetic and monstrous, wielding Tony McNamara's razor-sharp dialogue like weapons forged from shared intimacies. It's a film that dares you to laugh at relationship wreckage while forcing you to confront the uncomfortable truth that the line between passionate love and mutual destruction is terrifyingly thin.
