Screening Log
This new site feature is a collective effort to summarize our viewing habits. Occasionally, you will find titles here that are coming to a theater near you, in addition to films viewed on television, and even films viewed in piecemeal. The screening log is archived each month; to view past entries select a month in the menu below.
February 2007 activity
Total Log Entries: 42
- Adam (11)
- Andrew (0)
- Chet (0)
- Chiranjit (1)
- David (0)
- Eva (0)
- Evan (0)
- Ian (0)
- Jenny (3)
- Katherine (0)
- Leo (2)
- Megan (0)
- Rumsey (8)
- Teddy (0)
- Thomas (0)
- Timothy (0)
- Victoria (0)
Total Comments: 29
- Invasion of the Body Snatchers (0)
- Secretary (0)
- Imitation of Life (1)
- Froken Julie (0)
- Volver (0)
- Taxi Driver (0)
- The Blob (0)
- The Young Ones (0)
- Intimate Stories (0)
- Autumn Marathon (0)
- The Prince of Egypt (0)
- Long Day’s Journey Into Night (0)
- Flags of our Fathers (1)
- When Harry Met Sally… (2)
- Dark City (3)
- The Death of Mr. Lazarescu (0)
- Day for Night (0)
- Batman Returns (1)
- The Science of Sleep (0)
- Angels In America (1)
- Somersault (0)
- Inland Empire (4)
- Memories of Murder (4)
- The Ladykillers (2)
- He liu (0)
- Blood of Jesus (0)
- Who’s Camus Anyway? (0)
- Man of Ashes (0)
- Chinatown (0)
- The Scarlet Empress (3)
- Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia (2)
- This Film is Not Yet Rated (0)
- Letters from Iwo Jima (0)
- Because I Said So (0)
- Decasia (0)
- Notes on a Scandal (0)
- Dreams (2)
- I Am David (1)
- Memory of a Killer (0)
- Blood of Jesus (0)
- Hunger (0)
- The Holy Mountain (2)
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Intimate Stories / historias minimas / Argentina/Spain / 2002
Carlos Sorin is one of those directors you’ve heard of, perhaps even seen a movie or two by him, but never really get to know. Which is the greatest drawback to Intimate Stories—we’re kept at a distance. As the main characters transverse the barren Argentina countryside—to celebrate a birthday, to appear on a game show, to find a lost dog—we’re left as passengers on their journey, not companions. We sit in the backseat, listen to their stories, but never get to know them; instead, we find ourselves staring at the passing landscapes, our head resting against the window, vaguely interested. And I wanted so desperately to be drawn along, primarily because Antonio Benedicti is such a great actor. His face, and especially his eyes, carve out an impression in you that make you understand his heartbreak, even though you don’t know anything else about him. Hard to believe this is the only film he’s ever appeared in.
by Adam Balz | Source: New Yorker Video
23 Feb 2007 9:50 AM | Submit Comment