As is traditional, the staff of Double Exposure collected and ranked the Top Ten lists of our contributors' favorite films released in the US from the past year. As is also traditional, we got our acts together just in time to release it before Spring Break.
Structurally one can readily notice that Bergman was trying to participate in the touch-and-go slapstick style of comedy he had watched as a child--yet this homage all too often registers as an attempt to gratify the director himself, and not its audience.
Double Exposure is celebrating the 20th anniversary of Cheryl Dunye's iconic debut, The Watermelon Woman, by posting a newly edited version of Alex Robertson's longform piece on the film from our 8th print issue.
Adulthood, one gathers, is the process of becoming one’s self, of shedding pretend play and impossible dreams in exchange for a fuller sense of self-recognition.
In both Gainsbourg and Birkin’s films, female characters dismantle structures that are commonly criticized in feminist film theory, but often they go even further.
This year's Double Exposure poll was the most diverse we ever had. Save three, each contributor had a different vote for the best film of 2015. Below are the tabulated results as well as some thoughts from our contributors on their top film.
It is extremely engaging to witness Brian’s descent into madness and his recovery from it side by side. The pacing is excellent—although the film builds towards two separate climaxes, they seemingly progress as one.
Our NYFF coverage continues with Alex Robertson's "Christgau capsules" for three documentaries.
It feels as if the post-capitalist utopia which Straub and Huillet envision will have no place for visual delectation, or depth of feeling, and certainly not humor. Sounds sorta regressive, doesn’t it?
Iris documents its subject’s endless curiosity and curiosities alongside an unyielding passion for her work that only grows with age.
From then on, my mom and I spent countless weekends driving three hours to watch a weekend’s worth of movies in Omaha, something of a revelation for a kid from the prairie.