From the beginning, in the 1960s, Sergio Leone’s justly famous “spaghetti Westerns” had about them both a whiff of excitement and an air of folly. Here was an extroverted Italian working in Spain, reinventing American history and American movie mythology with an abandon that bordered on craziness. Leone’s style was…
Danica Patrick sizes up her passenger through black wraparound shades and quickly lets him know who’s in charge: “All right. Buckle your belt.” One metallic click and twenty seconds later, we’re screaming down the long back straightaway of the Grand Prix of Denver road course at 110 miles an hour,…
Always the keen-eyed social agitator, Stanley Kubrick found in the dystopian fantasies of novelist Anthony Burgess material akin to his own bleak view of the world. In his corrosive film version of A Clockwork Orange (1971), the director let out all the stops — dramatic, visual and satirical. This is…
The last thing the Roman Catholic Church needs at this point is another exposé of its misdeeds. The shock of the pedophilia scandals and of the official coverups isn’t going away anytime soon, and when last we looked, the former bishop of the Phoenix Diocese was out on $45,000 bail…
By nature, baseball players tend to be brass-bound optimists. Tuned to the long haul, they keep their hitting shoes laced tight amid soul-killer losing streaks, try to ignore bad omens and play through pain. No single win ever gets them too high, and they take a couple of losses with…
For those who missed last year’s first run of the extraordinary French/Brazilian co-production City of God, here’s a second chance to taste, smell and feel the Cidade de Deus of the title — a 1960s-era housing project that, by the 1980s, had degenerated into the most violent slum in all…
The hormone-crazed teens who jam into the multiplexes this week to watch Freaky Friday will likely have no idea that this domestic fantasy about a fifteen-year-old girl who switches bodies with her mother for a day is the remake of a movie Disney released 25 years ago. They won’t know…
Not to worry: Whenever summer machismo levels threaten to fall below mad-dog range, Hollywood invariably steps in to restore the status quo. Witness S.W.A.T. , a thoroughly unremarkable police action movie starring the magnetic Samuel L. Jackson as L.A.P.D. Sergeant Dan “Hondo” Harrelson, known affectionately to his men as “the…
Credit the quality of a superior educational system. Or the native wit of two quick thinkers with a gift for understanding the human animal. Or the power of happy collaboration. In any event, Lawless Heart, the second feature co-written and co-directed by young Brits Neil Hunter and Tom Hunsinger, is…
The fall of Roman Polanski’s career remains one of world cinema’s most tragic stories. By the late ’60s, this visionary was undeniably an American filmmaker, no longer a Pole on loan, who gave young Hollywood’s bold new spirit (Buon giorno, Don Corleone; may the Force be with you, Luke Skywalker)…
Hold on. This is not the time to ship Kobe Bryant off to the Big House. Not yet. Why, the armies of high-priced lawyers have barely begun to sprinkle ’round their business cards. The energy-drink bottlers and the $200-a-pair sneaker people and the weavers of jockstraps have not yet cleared…
Like the wounded nation that loved him, he was uncertain and half crippled. So in the depths of the Great Depression, when a knock-kneed thoroughbred named Seabiscuit rose up to outrun the elite racehorses of the day, he became a folk hero suited to his moment and a fixture in…
If you go to the racetrack long enough, you learn in the end about the persistence of desire and the spectacle of ruin. That teeming array of lovely, mortal flesh in full gallop out there — recall Funnycide straining to hold off Empire Maker in the final strides at Churchill…
So much for those crackpot theories about flighty teenagers and their short attention spans. For four long years now, the bland pop star Mandy Moore has stuck in the brainpan of white adolescent America like a wad of bubble gum, and there’s no sign that she will loosen her grip…
Before the cult of Twin Peaks shook up American television, long before the unfettered weirdness of Mulholland Drive, pop culture’s most dedicated surrealist, David Lynch, gave us a fascinating precursor, Blue Velvet (1986). Peeping through the windows of a seemingly normal small town, Lynch finds murder and perversion in the…
The Boulder Public Library has been running a Stanley Kubrick retrospective since early May as part of its popular free summer movie series, and it’s difficult to imagine a more welcome return to the big screen than Kubrick’s gorgeous vision of eighteenth-century Europe, Barry Lyndon (1975). Adapted from William Makepeace…
The Chicago-based filmmaker Steve James rose to prominence in 1994 with Hoop Dreams, a gritty, uncomfortably intimate portrait of two inner-city kids who try to escape poverty and deprivation through basketball. Shot over four years, it was at once a stirring indictment of the social-services bureaucracy, a tribute to family…
The apocalypse may not be upon merry old Wimbledon just yet, but there are signs: This year, some of the gentlemen are wearing sleeveless shirts, of all unspeakable garments — an offense to sartorial standards unthinkable in Don Budge’s day, or even in John McEnroe’s. There’s been a distressing row…
Norma Desmond would love it. This summer, the Chautauqua Silent Film Series will once more bring to Boulder a broad array of classics from Hollywood’s silent era, along with a touch of vintage Fritz Lang, complete with live musical accompaniment. If some rude blabbermouth in the row behind you disturbs…
Cult director Trent Harris, whose bizarre and challenging films have thrilled cutting-edge cineasts the world over, will appear in person Friday and Saturday nights as a guest of the International Film Series at the University of Colorado at Boulder. Harris will screen two of his most renowned works, Beaver Trilogy…
The hero of Ken Loach’s Sweet Sixteen is an isolated teenager mired in a gray Scottish slum with only a vague dream of family life to sustain him. Like previous Loach heroes — the impoverished boy who finds hope training a falcon in Kes, say, or the downtrodden working stiff…
He’s twelve feet tall. He’s ripped. He’s quick as a tiger and fierce as a dragon. Lit to a dull green glow by his fury, the guy is sheer, boundless power. Any NFL team you can think of would love to start him at middle linebacker. But as art-house director…
