Earlier this week, while browsing Criterion’s website, I found out that Japan Society would be hosting a retrospective dedicated to the...

Earlier this week–Wednesday, I think–I somewhat impulsively pre-ordered tickets for tonight’s midnight screening of Sadako vs. Kayako (or...

Dropped by IFC Center to catch Ocean Waves, a lesser known Ghibli production that, like Only Yesterday, never made its way to the U.S....

Stan Lee is far from the only creative genius we lost this year; Isao Takahata passed away in April, and tonight, Japan Society—with some...

On the way back into the city from visiting family for Thanksgiving, I decided to pay my respects to the late, great Stan Lee by finally...

Can you believe that Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus recently celebrated its 200th birthday? To commemorate the...

Returned to IFC Center to catch a screening of Hirokazu Kore-eda’s Shoplifters. Like After the Storm, this Palme d’Or winning masterpiece...

Watched Locke on Kanopy. It takes an immense ego to say “Let’s make a movie in which the protagonist never leaves his car and only...

A story’s success depends powerfully upon how the writer chooses to tell it. Good writers understand and respect the beauty of minimalism...

Caught a midnight screening of Martin Scorsese’s Who’s That Knocking at My Door at IFC Center. It’s been years since I first saw it (home...

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Martin Scorsese is the most religious—or, at the very least, the most spiritual—filmmaker...

Hit IFC Center for a midnight screening of Boxcar Bertha, one of the few remaining Scorsese films I hadn’t seen yet. This variation on...

“You know what you remind me of? That song by... Kris Kristofferson.” Betsy pauses, searching her memory for the lyrics. “He’s a… he’s a...

Last night, I finally got to see Martin Scorsese’s long overdue adaptation of Silence—though it’s hard to say whether or not I enjoyed...

I tried several times to call her, but after the first call, she wouldn’t come to the phone any longer. I also sent flowers but with no...

It’s easy to read Taxi Driver as a “coming home” narrative. Viewed through this lens, Travis Bickle’s enigmatic actions and ambiguous...

After Martin Scorsese transformed his superb screenplay for Taxi Driver into an even better motion picture—one of the most hypnotically...

In one of his more in-depth analyses of Taxi Driver, Roger Ebert writes, It is a widely known item of cinematic lore that Paul Schrader’s...

Wide, tortured eyes dart wildly from side-to-side, bathed in the disorienting flash of multicolored lights. Sound familiar? Well, these...

Travis Bickle inhabits a Hell on Earth. His taxi cab is a sanctuary from the smoke-belching, neon-drenched, garbage-strewn streets of New...