To the guy sitting next to me, spitting sunflower seeds and texting throughout THE HURT LOCKER (2008)…don’t quite know what to say to you. It did add to the suspense of the film—I wasn’t sure if I was going to explode, too. Jeremy Renner as the lead bomb specialist: precise, thrilling, funny.
The Dardenne brothers’ relentlessly hopeful Lorna. Their films usually have no musical score, but the deluxe “leather” chairs of the Shattuck Cinema, rubbing against one another, obligingly squeaked out a soundtrack for the half-dozen viewers of LORNA’S SILENCE (2008) this afternoon in Berkeley.
Little Bruno, a miniature man who mops his brow in BICYCLE THIEVES (1948), with his papa. Print from Corinth Films very much the worse for wear, which only added to my despair.