A while back, I admitted here in Film Scene that there were many, many movies most folks would tend to assume someone such as myself would have definitely seen at some point, but which I simply have not.
The hot Malian sands of Abderrahmane Sissako’s “Timbuktu” are a cool reservoir of placid beauty, where desert dunes are swept by quiet ripples of colorful, everyday village life and haphazard storms of violence.
It becomes quickly clear in “Wild Card" that Jason Statham's character doesn’t need a gun to maim or kill. Guns are for wimps. Statham can wreak havoc with virtually any sharp implement, including his own head.
This week’s column is a perfect opportunity to delineate between Savannah's four main outlets for indie, foreign, fringe or cult films, as they will all be in use over the next seven days for cinematic presentations.