Part singer-songwriter, part soul singer, Bill Withers occupied an interesting space in the 1970s as an unconventional African-American artist that sang social conscious songs that straddled the lines between funk,
Hailing from Southern California, The Runaways quickly rose to fame in the mid-70s playing a brash mix of hard rock and punk.This all-female band was only around for a few
Biopics about musicians have become all the rage over the last few years. The latest to be headed to a movie theater near you is Nowhere Boy about John Lennon’s
Be Kind Rewind tells the story of a guy who sabotoges a power plant, magnetizes himself and unknowingly demagnetizes all the VHS tapes in his friend's video store while the boss is out. Sound weird? Then you don't know Michel Gondry.
Still in selected theatre runs, Todd Haynes' unorthodox biopic of Bob Dylan, I’m Not There, is a highly imaginative piece of work, perhaps too imaginative for its own good. A viewer somewhat knowledgeable with Dylan’s history, real or imagined, may be able to impose a sense of logic to the film, but someone only superficially familiar with the Bard’s life may see only a series of often surreal images with little or no continuity.
Set in the heart of autumn in beautiful upstate New York, this year’s eight annual Woodstock Film Festival impressed with a blend of small town charm, prestigious films, and great music. There was a little bit of something for everyone, even those who aren’t your average film fest attendees.
The film's score boasts accompaniment co-written by Spoon's Britt Daniel as well as a buoyant new song from the band called "The Book I Write," which fits in nicely with the theme of the movie.
One For The Road captures the same kind of sprightly fun as a Peter Pan tale.
From the director of Trainspotting comes another unexpected cinematic experience. Mostly because there is no bloodshed, drugs or hardcore darkness featured. Rather, Danny Boyle
Its an indie-film revival period with corporate sponsors, and this hybrid release by Standard Films and a few young, talented editors is a perfect example. Maybe I just expect every ski film to be a Warren Miller film, but Lost In Transition has hot, killer footage, with no substance.
