If it were just a ride in a theme park, Morbius would be fun enough. But it is not.
The scary story uses succinct dialogue, a serene setting, and a striking score to create a poetic take on life, death, and the in-between
She hasn’t let the hurdles of the industry stop her from creating.
The long-running porn festival HUMP! Fest (organized by Chicago Reader sex columnist Dan Savage) made its way to the Music Box last weekend after being canceled last year.
Like the rest of us in 2020, film director Michael Glover Smith found his carefully laid plans laid to waste by a microscopic agent of chaos and destruction.
This is the final of four curated weeks in the festival, and PrideArts finishes things off by showcasing touching connections, tragic losses, and lighthearted shenanigans in five short films.
If anything, the story might have gone on longer, as the Tamimi project never entirely takes shape and the powerful forces let loose in Y’s desert epiphany fizzle out by the end credits.
In Lisa Hurwitz’s charming, informative film, the era of the Automat gleams anew, as everyone from Colin Powell to Ruth Bader Ginsburg to Brooks recall their appeal.
In a crowded field of lone-man operators-against-the-world action films, The Contractor doesn’t do anything well enough to finish the job.
Refreshingly, Phil Connell’s Jump, Darling breaks from many of the tropes we’ve come to expect from queer storylines.
There’s a Malickian quality to the film that’s cheesy at moments, and the disjointed chronology is more aggravating than affecting.
A north-side native who spent his youth frequenting Wrigley Field and following the gospel according to Del Close, Jake Johnson is Chicago to the core.
The Chicago Latino Film Festival poses a problem—a good problem, but a problem nevertheless. There are simply too many interesting programs to see, and as any cinephile is loath to admit, we’re but singular bodies unable to be in more than one place at the same time.
Through five films, the Film Center endeavors to shed light on the Ukrainian experience, both past and present. . . . The annual Asian American Showcase returns to the big screen with several films from the past two years about Asian American characters and subjects.
Due to the rise of the COVID-19 pandemic, the students were forced to put their show on hold. Now, a long two years later, students in the high school’s media arts program are premiering their television show pilot, Stitched Together, on the big screen at Music Box Theatre.