Some voices are musical instruments. Jeff Buckley’s was a crime scene. A thing of such impossible beauty, its four-octave climb...

The world of Folktales opens within an existential canvas of blinding white and abyssal black. Hundreds of miles above the...

The film opens on a scene of domestic tranquility so perfectly composed it feels fragile, a prelude to rupture. We...

The ambition to own a patch of sky in a city like Seoul is a modern article of faith. In...

Palermo offers its history willingly, its cathedrals and sarcophagi standing as monuments to time. But for Sophie, a young American...

Every good noir begins with a missing person, a ghost haunting the periphery of an unsolved case. For Reid Davenport’s...

The film opens not with an act, but with its impression. First, a figure rendered as a mere shadow against...

To be the son of a legend is to be born a ghost. Alex Holmes’s documentary, Hill, understands this existential...

The cinematic space opens on a promise, New York, but Fernando Andrés’ camera, particularly the work of Drew Levin in...

A cinematic resurrection is always a precarious act, a summoning of ghosts from a past era into the stark light...