“I wanted to simply echo the sentiments of Sherry Luft in her May 1 letter regarding the current state of movie reviews at Mountain Xpress [‘Experienced Movie Critics Wanted’].”
“I personally prefer the present mode of reviewing movies, barring the return from the grave of Cranky Hanke.”
“I mean, it’s the Mountain Xpress for gawrsh sakes, not Cahiers du Cinéma!”
“As a movie fan, I appreciate an educated and critical reviewer who is also a skilled writer.”
“Might it be possible to restore The Story and The Lowdown that started reviews in the past?”
“Why should we continue to gain our astrological insight from the heavy-handed authority of Rob Brezsny?”
“Recently, in my opinion, each week the reviews contain less content and depth.”
“The continuation of the Asheville Film Society in Asheville (and in a downtown location) helps to enrich our culture here, and its demise would be a sad thing.”
“I’d like to echo a request for more thorough and less academic reviews that are addressed to those of us in the Asheville area who look forward to getting some good ol’ useful, if cranky, advice from reviewers at the Xpress.”
“Two male film critics joined by a third. Color me dismayed.”
“These guys clearly know their stuff. I appreciate their reviews, but then I have learned to appreciate my way through life, because it is ever so much more enjoyable when I do, LOL.”
“I really do not care how big the reviewer’s vocabulary is, I just want to know if the movie is worth seeing or not.”
“I like your [movie] reviews and comments, but it would be nice if you also had a link to where the movie is playing. “
As a kind of passive guilty pleasure, Wife Swap held just the right level of appeal to make me say yes. So I immediately called Justin Souther and asked, “Hey, you wanna be on Wife Swap?”
By and large, even a movie savvy town like Asheville simply isn’t that keen on subtitled films.
I spent a couple days this past weekend in Orlando and Winter Park (that’s Orlando with attitude) at the Florida Film Festival. I was curious to see the event and compare it to our own Asheville Film Festival.
I admit that it’s often more fun to write a bad review, even if it’s not so much fun to sit through a bad movie.
Stop for a minute and think back on what we’ve seen in Asheville strictly because of the Fine Arts.
What interests me most about the criticisms leveled against Slumdog lies in the general nature of the remarks. Each of the critiques rests — at least in part — on the concept of realism. The idea is that the film isn’t realistic.
The bigger picture isn’t just the lack of titles. It’s far more than that. It’s the fact that making these titles unavailable is causing a younger cineastes to have a very skewed view of the history of film. Put simply, you cannot understand the various eras of movies without having access to a broader cross-section than is now available.
We’ve been besieged by movies bearing the critical designation “an instant classic.” A what?