Ty Sheridan, the Oscar-nominated writer of 2016’s Hell or High Water, made his debut as a writer-director last year with the underseen and underrated Wind River.
Inspired by the alarming rate of sexual assault on Native American women on reservations. the film follows a rookie FBI agent (Elizabeth Olsen) and Fish and Wildlife hunter (Jeremy Renner) as they investigate the rape and eventual death of a young woman in the frigid hills of Wyoming.
I’m a sucker for a good crime film, and Josh and Ben Safdie’s Good Time is one of the best I’ve seen in years.
Starring a phenomenal Robert Pattinson as a desperate bank robber, and co-director Ben Safdie as the mentally disabled brother he’s trying to protect, Good Time is both an adrenaline rush and a surprisingly nuanced character study.
Pattinson disappears into his role as volatile crook Connie — we’re a long way from Twilight. It’s hard to make you root for a guy this morally compromised, but he pulls it off.
Three and a half months into 2018, I’m still catching up on the 2017 films I missed in theaters. This week I’ll write about a few of them.
By the time I got around to Call Me By Your Name, I had heard so much about it that it was impossible for me to have anything close to a pure experience. I’d read fawning reviews and brutal takedowns. My daughter loves it while my nephew hates it. I read about the father’s closing scene so often that I relented and watched it on YouTube long before I watched the rest of the film.
I love when Random iTunes Weekends tip me off to new music. Ashley Monroe, for example, has a new album due out five days from now and I might not have learned that had she not popped up today.
Monroe hit my radar as one of the three Pistol Annies, then won me over as a solo artist with her 2013 album Like a Rose. Its follow-up, 2015’s The Blade, was an even stronger record, making my expectations sky high for the upcoming Sparrow.
Has any millionaire rock star ever captured the yearning of the underclass as well as Bruce Springsteen?
Bob Dylan did it in his early years, when he was still something of a vagabond himself, but as he grew older and more successful he turned to more internal and cerebral subject matter (with plenty of exceptions, I know… please spare me the hate comments, Dylanphiles!).
Meet Me In Montauk 