more by M. Faust
The debut feature of writer-director Seth McTigue is a vividly photographed, intensely scored and sincerely acted caper drama with one problem: it doesn’t make a lot of sense.
Every community should be so lucky as to have a restaurant like Belle Vie. Community building, in fact, was the stated goal of third-generation restauranteur Vincent Samarco when he moved to Los Angeles from France.
Recalling classic home-based thrillers like Wait Until Dark and Shallow Grave, By Night’s End is the kind of low-budget indie that tends to get lost in the crush of movies looking for an audience in the post-theatrical landscape.
Theater people are almost proudly superstitious, and about no play more so than Macbeth. That’s what makes a summer stock production of “the Scottish play” (for those who dare not say its name) the perfect vehicle for this satire of show folk.
The Prussian general and military theorist Carl von Clausewitz once noted that “War is the realm of uncertainty; three quarters of the factors on which action in war is based are wrapped in a fog of greater or lesser uncertainty.” This statement, popularly abbreviated to the term “the fog of war...
In this hour-long documentary, American filmmakers Eladio Arvelo and Shareef Haq visit Vietnam to explore how that once tortured country was able to turn itself around within one generation to become one of the fastest-growing economies in the world.
A title that sounds like a new book by Robert Reich attached to a film that consists entirely of two people in a hotel room makes for an intriguing combination.
There are reasons why the horror anthology—a feature compiled from a handful of short films—is an economical and efficient choice for independent filmmakers. It can be made piecemeal with little need for continuity among the segments.
In a death row cell in a California prison sits Jane Arcs (Eli Jane). After thirteen years here the day has arrived for her to be put to death by lethal injection. She calmly recalls the events that brought her to this point.
Doesn’t anyone want to laugh anymore? I know it can’t be just me who yearns for the experience of sitting with a group of people I don’t know and sharing an evening of chuckles, chortles, snickers, titters, giggles and the occasional big fat belly laugh.