by Jacqueline Valencia As part of our coverage of TIFF’s “first retrospective in 20 years dedicated to the French New Wave master, whose films find the elusive nexus of sparkling wit, philosophical profundity, and erotic obsession.” You can find more info here (programmer’s essay): http://tiff.net/summer2016-cinematheque/dangerous-liaisons-the-films-of-eric-rohmer And full schedule here: http://tiff.net/summer2016-cinematheque/dangerous-liaisons-the-films-of-eric-rohmer **********
Tuesday, March 1 at 6:30 p.m. Close-Up (Nema-ye nazdik) introduced by Kaveh Askari dir. Abbas Kiarostami | Iran | 1990 | 100 min. | PG | 35mm A favourite of such filmmakers as Martin Scorsese, Quentin Tarantino, Jean-Luc Godard and Werner Herzog, Kiarostami’s brilliant hybrid film is an intricate meditation
by Jacqueline Valencia ****Spoiler alert: part analysis and part review. See the film if you can.******* “Just touch me and I won’t go.” – Rebecca When I talk about film, I’ll go on and on about the lack of lonely women movies. There are plenty, in fact the world is
by Jacqueline Valencia NOTE: This is more of a rambling analysis of the film, therefore it contains some spoilers. If you require a review if whether I enjoyed it or not, I did, hence the ramble. On my last trip to New York City, I spent a longer than usual
by Jacqueline Valencia “What the hell did I just watch?” was a common utterance after an experimental film in cinema studies class. It’s also exhilarating to hear from fellow students who wanted to make or critique film, but had been exposed to Steven Spielberg or other filmmakers of the blockbuster
by Jacqueline Valencia I only got seriously into film until I started watching experimental film. It was out of the creative potboiler the audio-visual television freak outs of the 1980s. When MTV premiered (or rather in Canada, MuchMusic), the idea that a mini-music commercial could be artistic, gave everybody license
by Jennifer Valencia I don’t remember a lot about the first time I saw William Wyler‘s Ben-Hur, probably because I was 8 and had the attention span of a Jack Russell. What I do remember was the famous chariot race scene. Who doesn’t remember that scene? It was intense, massive, epic!