A once-in-a-lifetime experience is about to be repeated. Peter Jackson, having
made movie history with his epic film trilogy The Lord of the Rings, is about to
release the first installment of another
The Hollywood formula we’ve come to expect depends upon singularity: good guys
and bad guys, romantic complications, rising action, a breathtaking climax and
clever dénouement. It takes epic films like Cloud Atlas,
If your walls start bleeding and screaming, call a priest. If you see a man in a
hockey mask, run. Divide and conquer—also known as “let’s split up”—is
inadvisable. If
“These publications will not cost lives. Who killed people? We are not killing
people, I’m sorry. We are not the violent ones. We are just journalists.” —
Gerard Biard, editor-in-chief of the French
With a kind of psychological depth that Freud could have only dreamt of, the
opening sequence of Paul Thomas Anderson’s The Master pulls us into the scarred,
dangerous and licentious life of
