Exploring The Sopranos: Tony’s Ducks

Television is constantly in a state of flux. One moment it’s being hailed as a bringer of innovation and creativity, the next it’s brutally being reprimanded for its inability to rise up from stagnation and reproduction. Nevertheless, despite its peaks and troughs, this medium will always present situations which will continue to astound a viewer…

Berberian Sound Studio – Peter Strickland

Often, a British director will emerge on the scene in vastly dramatic fashion. It’s happened with several contemporary film-makers; Ben Wheatley for example strode onto the scene with back-to-back films in Down Terrace and Kill List, both of which straddled the line between horror and humour delightfully. Likewise, coming off the grand success of Katalin…

The Deep – Baltasar Kormákur

Some films don’t need to say a lot. They rely on image and close-up to determine the emotional turmoil of a character, or set of characters. Where Helen of Troy’s presence would launch a thousand ships, the washboard of an actor’s face has the potential to project a thousand words. Such is the case with…

M – Fritz Lang

Ranking among the greatest of films ever made, Lang uses M as a means to explore the very state in which he resided for the majority of his early film-making career. Amidst swirling and mysterious shadows, the reflective nature of a glass pane and the oneiric, ethereal, brooding atmosphere lies something of the utmost importance:…

Anderson Silva: Like Water – Pablo Croce

At the beginning of Like Water, Pablo Croce’s documentary about MMA superstar Anderson Silva, there’s a snippet of film dedicated to Bruce Lee. In an interview, he describes the process of fighting as fluid and uncontainable, using various tea-related metaphors to further link his philosophies to the film’s eponymous fighter. There’s a lot to say about…

The Tree of Life – Terrence Malick

A child sits patiently, waiting, his eyes brimming with hope and expectation. He has yet to experience pain and suffering, naive in his contemplation for that constant positivity. The child cries, his father’s hand still emotionally imprinted on his left cheek. As he weeps he starts to hurt, his one single idol self-combusting after the…