Anthony Minghella
The last time I saw Anthony Minghella’s The English Patient was three years ago, a few days after Minghella passed away from surgical complications. It may have been my third or fourth time seeing the film, I can’t be sure. At two hours and forty-two minutes, some people find sitting through The English Patient terribly tedious and would find the concept of sitting through it twice, let alone five times, to be masochistic. Why even when I was leaving the TIFF Bell Lightbox theatre after this week’s Books on Film Club screening of the 1996 film, I heard people talking...
With Rob Marshall’s latest musical effort Nine it is no surprise that the only thing he able to perfect was his marketing campaign and diversity in casting choices. If any of you have the expectation or hope that Marshall’s interpretation of a Fellini classic is even close to his Academy Award winning 2002 jazz musical Chicago, please make sure your expectations are lowered immediately. The simplistic story begins with Guido Contini, the always hypnotizing Daniel Day-Lewis, a cinematic God and notorious socialite. Contini is on the verge of releasing details on his newest feature Italia without a script and without...
