It’s the last day of my summer break (I’m a teacher, if you didn’t know), so it’s time for me to share the results of my secret summer project: quite simply, watching as many movies as I could for the first time.
In the worst feature we’ll ever write, FOTS writers target classic films to be dashed against the rocks of cold-blooded criticism. Each of us apologizes for the poor taste of the others.
The FOTS team shares what stories they’ve always wanted to see brought to life, and with whom.
Hello and welcome to the most pointless thing I’ve ever done. I can’t wait to get started.
More than just the Coens’ funniest movie in over a decade, Hail, Caesar! is stealthily their most spiritual.
The Gaslight Cafe, 1961.
A young man begins strumming the opening chords of “Hang Me, Oh Hang Me,” a song that, like most folk songs, is listed as “traditional.”
The Coen brothers’ latest film chronicles the artistic and personal struggle of folk singer Llewyn Davis in early 1960’s Greenwich Village. But I think it is far more important than that.