Pangs of nostalgia are inevitable upon seeing or revisiting “L’innocente,” the 1976 film that would be Luchino Visconti’s last. The sixties and seventies were two of the most remarkable and prolific decades of cinema--Italian cinema the most idiosyncratic of all so that the works of extraordinary directors such as Fellini, Scola, Pasolini, Antonioni or Bertolucci

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Less than three years after “Tree of Life” and his Palme D'Or win at Cannes, Terrence Malick is back with “To the Wonder,” a film-as-poem whose secret only he knows, apparently. At some point during the time lapsed Malick’s creativity and inspiration went out the window. In fact, with this vaguely sensory, visual fog of a film, Malick, convinced of his own genius and assured of making a new masterpiece, has completely forgotten to tell a story.

Jemima Kirke, the irreverent aesthete who doesn’t seem to take herself or show-business seriously, has all that she needs to have an enviable career as actress. But does she want any of it? I presume not, and that’s what makes her such a strong candidate for this column. From her role in Lena Dunham’s “Tiny Furniture” (2010) in which she plays the lead character’s tuned-out dropped-in foil, to her recent turn in the HBO series “Girls,” Kirke has demonstrated that she has the acting chops and could land some primo roles in the future. And yet, if you raised the subject of acting in private she’d probably steer the conversation towards some new artist she

It’s been an interesting few months for history on film. A series of releases have raised the ever-present question of historical depiction. One film, "Zero Dark Thirty," was threatened with Congressional investigations over its portrayal of torture. "Argo" takes vast liberties with the Iranian hostage crisis, but no one except the Iranians seems to mind. No film is quite as dependent on history as "Emperor," a serviceable feature film that

Ramona Diaz’s Don’t Stop Believin’: Everyman’s Journey is the story of Arnel Pineda, the Filipino singing prodigy who at age forty was plucked from total obscurity in his native Manila and recruited to join his all-time favorite band Journey. In quick-cut, high-gloss concert video fashion, Diaz takes us through Pineda’s gradual emergence from spastic, shaky newcomer to certified rock god all while maintaining his modest appeal. Fragile and