The Artful Blogger

All memories are traces of tears.  If you were to dance to the end of love, what would it look like?  Wong Kar-Wai’s 2046 i...

“Dance me to the end of love” – Madeleine Peyroux What happens when happily ever after ends? Michael Haneke, the distinguished Austria...

I love palace intrigue. If the naughty goings-on of Prince Harry this summer in Las Vegas were any indication, so does the rest of the fre...

I live in a rainy city. Even today, after a week of perfect sun that seemed to serve as a prelude to summer, the skies opened and I found ...

Judging from the poster and title, Jiro Dreams of Sushi sounds and looks like a postmodern comedy directed by Michel Gondry. I immediate...

[Ed. N.: Obviously this has nothing to do with the titular mother in Albert Brooks’s amazing comedy Mother, which you can read all about her...

“Dance, dance, otherwise we are lost.” – Pina Bausch Not everyone communicates in the same way. I have the gift of gab, and therefore ...

"Freedom! Horrible, horrible freedom!” – The Simpsons There is an accident. We see this not from the driver’s or passengers’ point of...

One of the best things they don’t tell you in German tourist guides are those small shops that sell Soviet-era goods. When the Berlin Wall f...

Jennifer Lawrence and AMPAS President Tom Sherak announce this year's nominees After hours – nay, weeks – of sitting through awards...

Think that the Oscar campaigning only occurs in L.A. and New York? There’s usually one trans-Atlantic trip required in the season and that’s...