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Sex, aging and the very strange career of Julianne Moore
Fearless Oscar winner blazes revolutionary path for women in Hollywood
Cronenberg lights up Cannes with ‘Maps to the Stars’
With his best film since ‘Eastern Promises,’ and one of the most playful of his career, Cronenberg is a contender for the Palme D’Or
Newsmakers
Björk versus Canada, Microsoft’s founder sues just about everyone, and Brian Orser exacts sweet revenge
Opening Weekend: Julianne Moore, Annette Bening and Noomi Rapace are the real Predators
Women rule in this week’s new films
Opening Weekend: boundary issues in ‘Chloe’ and ‘Greenberg’
Amanda Seyfried and Ben Stiller to take a walk on the wild side with auteurs Atom Egoyan and Noah Baumbach.
Dear John, I’ve really changed
In Atom Egoyan’s ‘Chloe,’ Amanda Seyfried has the scary power of a young Bette Davis
TIFF ’09: On the red carpet
Our ever-expanding gallery of Hollywood’s hottest at TIFF
Film Reviews: ‘Blindness,’ ‘Rachel Getting Married,’ ‘Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist,’ ‘Religulous,’ ‘How to Lose Friends & Alienate People’
A big slate this weekend. The movie of the moment that everyone’s raving about, me included, is Jonathan Demme’s Rachel Getting Married. It’s a must-see, and Anne Hathaway is Oscar’s first It Girl. Then there’s a deck of jokers to choose from—Canada’s Michael Cera, America’s Bill Maher and Britain’s Simon Pegg—in Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist, Religulous and How to Lose Friends and Alienate People respectively. But if you’re in the mood for a thought-provoking drama to accompany world economic collapse, the movie of choice is Blindness. This elegant disaster movie—a Canadian co-production blessed with an unusually wide North American release—is no walk in the park. But with the world as we know it going down the tubes, it has a timely resonance and gives you something to talk about after the final credits.
Star Wars: that was Moby who blitzed the VIP area
I never recognize anyone. In my recent blog about the Saturday night party of Blindness (Blindness, Deafness and Babbling Zombies), the geeky DJ who cranked up the sound and pointed the speaker at the VIP area—forcing stars like Juliane Moore and Gael Garcia Bernal to plug their ears and flee from their velvet-rope pen—was none other than Moby.