In Billy Elliot, dance is life. Billy stomps out his frustrations, channeling both his rage and Fred Astaire in a rubber-soled tap that kicks the dust from the streets of his Northern England mining town. Though the film raises issues of class and gender only to leave them hanging, it’s still worthy of applause.
This intermittently entertaining documentary is the story of Ramblin' Jack Elliott (made by his daughter Aiyanna Elliott), a country-folk singer in the manner of his idol Woody Guthrie and widely considered to be the link between Guthrie and Bob Dylan.
"Eat In Thailand" is the command — or the invitation — and a pulsing neon arrow shows you where Thailand is. Once inside the bare-bones storefront — no travel posters, just a few small pictures of dragons and pagodas — you'll find fresh food that blends the lightness of lime juice, the richness of coconut milk, the heat of red chiles, and sometimes the grease factor (in a good way) that tends to bring North Americans back for more.
Director Claire Denis' follow-up feature to Nenette et Boni is a very loose adaptation of Herman Melville's Billy Budd transplanted to Djibouti, a present-day French Foreign Legion outpost in East Africa. But the only resolution to its sustained ambiguity is an enigmatic outburst at the end.
Robert Altman’s latest, for all its fine performances (some terrific actresses in thankless roles), is more style than substance. Even the shock of a graphic birthing scene can’t elevate this women’s tale beyond what can be found in the smothering, perfumed pages of glossy fashion magazines.
irector Christopher Guest follows a motley crew of contenders from across America as they converge on Philadelphia to compete in the prestigious Mayflower dog show. If you’re a fan of comic mockumentary, this is the best thing showing.