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Apocalypse, when?

Apocalypse, when?

The latest movie in a franchise that probably should have been taken out behind the shed, Divergent: Allegiant hits screens at the Village 8 this week and it's about as tense as an over-boiled perogy and as interesting as folding beach towels.
Women's day, women's careers

Women's day, women's careers

It was International Women's Day earlier this week and the National Film Board of Canada (NFB) took the opportunity to announce that a full 50 per cent of its production budget will go towards films directed by women.
Margot Robbie vs. Steven Seagal

Margot Robbie vs. Steven Seagal

The Oscars are over and it's time to start talking about Margot Robbie. Keen movie fans already know Ms. Robbie as the sizzling Australian actress who stole scenes from Leo DiCaprio in The Wolf of Wall Street and Will Smith in Focus .
Oscars, finally

Oscars, finally

Let's not shit ourselves, for most people, even the most artsy of artists, it feels good to win an award. Great art is self-conscious, so while we often pretend it's no big deal, to win an award feels good.
The Witch is legit

The Witch is legit

There is darkness in the world, of that we can be sure. But there is darkness inside of us, too, and in his first feature film The Witch, writer-director Robert Eggers offers up a good look at both, so we can decide which is worse.
Tearin' down the walls

Tearin' down the walls

Breaking the fourth wall is an old convention in theatre and cinema.
On books, Joy & zombies

On books, Joy & zombies

Zombies, zombies everywhere and not a one can think... Actually, they're not zombies.
White privilege and the silver screen

White privilege and the silver screen

The Academy Awards (a.k.a.
No shine on this Jem

No shine on this Jem

We covered the best a few weeks ago but what was the shittiest film of 2015? It's subjective of course, I know a quinoa-slurping, no-butter-on-your-popcorn, Waldorf mother of three who absolutely hated Mad Max: Fury Road , so I guess my grandma was r
In defence of self-indulgence

In defence of self-indulgence

You expect a certain amount of self-indulgence from Quentin Tarantino. And after seven solid efforts and few instant classics, it's safe to say he isn't in it for the money. Tarantino makes movies for movies' sake.