The success of these significant films and TV shows uplifted untold stories and those who society too often silences.
At a very young age, I fell in love with Killer Whales. Sounds oxymoronic, right? Wrong. Killer Whales, also known as Orca Whales, are historically friendly, gentle and loving creatures that live with their families for the entirety of their lives and, when in the wild, have blissfully swum alongside humans, with no wild whale-human violence ever being reported.
When you go to see a Coen Brothers’ film, you usually know roughly what you are getting into. You can expect the movie to be somewhat funny and somewhat dark, with the respective levels of each varying from time to time.
“American Hustle” is all about the thrills: the show, the fireworks — the hustle. As a loose adaptation of the early 80s ABSCAM operation, the film showcases cons and feds playing dress up for congressmen, investors and, at one point, the mob.
The Disney that many of us knew as children was etched in our minds as a magical, fairy tale factory where instant classics came to be.
Based on the true story of Ron Woodroof’s efforts to distribute medication to treat AIDS in the 1980s, the latest Matthew McConaughey film “Dallas Buyers Club” plays out with the vivacity that the story calls for.
For as long as I can remember, the Christmas season has been heralded by chocolate advent calendars, holiday tunes on the radio, a wreath on the door and, of course, a constant stream of Christmas classics on the television screen.
In an ideal world, there would be no such thing as a “guilty pleasure.” We should be able to pop in a Demi Lovato album, DVR the latest episode of “Pretty Little Liars” and marvel at Sandra Bullock’s performance in “All About Steve” without so much as an ounce of shame.
Kim Jong-Il. A name that induces fear in some, hatred in others, and yet, the highest reverence in many.
Many films have made me cry. My eyes watered during “The Notebook,” tears fell at the end of “Titanic” and my salty lips quivered during “The Color Purple.” But none of these classic films compare to the full body quake I experienced during “12 Years a Slave.”
Award-winning documentary “Our Nixon,” part of the Virginia Film Festival, drew a mixed crowd of students and Charlottesville locals to Newcomb Theater on Sunday afternoon.
Distance sucks. There’s really no other way to put it. Sure, with the Internet expediting communication and shows like “Catfish” glamorizing transcontinental romance, you’d think it’d be easy to surmount hundreds of miles in pursuit of love.
Before the start of the film, director Howard Goldberg warned us and said it was a mind-bending comedy.
Ruben Amar and Lola Bessis’ first feature film, “Swim Little Fish Swim,” offers a successfully whimsical twist on the trials of reality.
People everywhere have dissected and discussed every minute detail of the day that Lee Harvey Oswald shot President Kennedy in the head in a sea of media, spanning from books, to movies, to television, to obscure conspiracy theory sites around the web.
Orson Scott Card’s novel “Ender’s Game” is an engrossing, passionate tale of Andrew “Ender” Wiggin as he progresses from a young, naive child into a battle-hardened soldier.
I don’t understand art. Scroll back through my recent articles and you’ll find glowing reviews of culture tailored to teenagers.
This weekend, the University Programs Council is bringing “Despicable Me 2” to the Newcomb Theater.
“Life in space is impossible.” These words appear on-screen at the start of “Gravity,” the latest effort from A-list director Alfonso Cuarón (“Children of Men”, “Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban”) This simple sentence sets the tone for the rest of the film, which offers one of the best cinematic thrill rides you’re likely to see this or any year.
“Rush” isn’t your generic car action flick; it’s an emotional journey focused on competition and how much one is willing to risk to win.
