Archive for the 'Film' Category

The first time Javier Bardem appears on screen in Vicky Christina Barcelona, a lusciously photographed film set in Barcelona, he’s leaning against a wall in an art gallery looking forlorn. And, he’s wearing sneakers. The black top-white shoelace kind of sneakers that you see in a movie set in Barcelona about an artist picking up [...]


Writers’ body parts don’t usually get media attention. The profile of Haruki Murakami in the Globe & Mail described a man with toned biceps and quadriceps. The interview was on the occasion of a new book, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, a memoir of Murakami’s running and sitting life. Murakami, a [...]


In his role as a television film critic, David Gilmour always struck me as a cranky opinionated guy who thought the world revolved around him. Not surprisingly, I wasn’t drawn to his memoir about a three-year period he hung out with his high-school dropout son watching films that Gilmour chose.
One evening, at one of [...]


I’m glad a friend recommended seeing The Diving Bell and the Butterfly on the big screen rather than waiting for the DVD. I had missed the movie during its regular run, so I was also pleased that the Van East theatre brought it back for another weekend in the matinee timeslot.

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