The hectic or harried pursuit of heights is more in evidence than majesty.
An ode to self-invention.
A long-shelved Jules Feiffer script brought to the screen in his eighty-ninth year to dark comic result.
Layton’s sweetly enveloping visual palette is marzipan-meets-Mars-light, with colors upon colors and hue upon chroma in aromatic profusion
After acting in “Barry Lyndon,” Leon Vitali retreated behind the camera to become Stanley Kubrick’s faithful factotum and dogsbody until his 1999 passing.
Twenty-five years along, the Chicago Underground Film Festival largely shocks with prescience and good taste.
Renoir, Godard and Gauloises: eight “little prophets” in their early-to-mid-thirties live past 1968 in Alain Tanner and John Berger’s heartbreakingly hopeful and tender romance of the earth.
CUFF turns 25, “Incredibles 2” hopes to beat the recent Pixar curse; movies shine in Millennium Park and Fred Rogers, with red sweater and without, dares you not to cry.
Why does “Solo” exist at all? That’s the essential existential question that rears its shaggy head early on.
For this year’s weekly summer film series, the city of Chicago’s 2018 Millennium Park Film Series, takes a fresh turn, sharing its programming with film festivals from around town.