En cualquier película que tenga la cantidad de energía que se derrocha a raudales en las obras del director manchego Pedro Almodóvar, que dio con Laberinto de pasiones (1982) uno de sus magníficos saltos iniciales a lo que sería una trayectoria artística más que fructífera, como mínimo cabría darse...
I Recuerdo haber leído en un libro del periodista español Pedro Cuartango, un autor con su propio estilo elegante y filosófico, que la incertidumbre es una cosa que no se puede escapar y que incluso nos es necesaria para vivir. Toda la vida está llena de esa incertidumbre por la que sentimos la...
Un documental de 2021 que mira a España desde la perspectiva marginada de los refugiados llegados a sus fronteras —en algunos casos tras haber aguantado una travesía que ha tenido un precio mortal para sus seres queridos, familiares o amigos— Bienvenidos a España revela sobre todo algunas de las...
It happens all too frequently that even when they’re worth the trouble—and God knows there are plenty of different kinds of trouble—too many books appear on the shelves to announce themselves with the fanfare of their packaging, a fine illustration, or the sheer volume and heft of their...
In the browbeating rage and turmoil running like a poisoned artery through the body and life of Johnny, a low-class and frustrated shmuck of an intellectual from Manchester, a rapist wandering London in search of a living, breathing person on whom he can inflict his spleen and disappointment...
The style of put-‘em-up scuffles erupting from time to time in The Strawberry Blonde, directed by Raoul Walsh, is a glove-like fit for the belligerent character assigned to the impressive, balletic, and pent-up James Cagney, who had a background as a dancer segueing into his film career that shows...
In the fourth part of Albert Camus’ humane and heartfelt masterpiece, The Plague, taking place in the French port of Oran on the Algerian coast, there is a moment of quiet surprise following a scene where an innocent child lets out a final, death-rattling wail as he expires in a hospital ward...
The close-set and benign features on the face of the Italian actor Ninetto Davoli seem to incarnate stupidity more completely than in any other actor that I’ve ever seen. It is almost uncanny, the perfect embodiment of a trait not always easy to bring out—and not always gratifying to bring to life...
If ever the well-worn idea of Stockholm syndrome were to have a Spanish equivalent, complete with the passionate flair of the urban landscape and the compact but spacious flats and apartments, it would have to be that of this mid-career movie directed by Pedro Almodóvar with his frank drollery...
There are many things to be said about the Before trilogy, among them the impressive range of its defining qualities: the long tracking shots of extended dialogue in which both Jesse and Céline, played with natural charisma and chemistry by Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy, take up the threads of a...