I've had to restrain myself from talking up the concurrent Venice and Telluride Film Festivals (the latter of which wrapped up today, I believe), because I'm sure everyone has been keeping up with it on their own terms.
In short, David Cronenberg's "A Dangerous Method" has champions, detractors, skeptics in equal measure, it would seem. Steve McQueen's "Shame" sounds like a real glum, expertly-made art film with a huge performance from Michael Fassbender. Tomas Alfredson's "Tinker, Tailor Soldier Spy" is a first-rate espionage-thriller with a superb ensemble. Alexander Payne's "The Descendants" is faultless, it seems, and so on and so forth.
Tomorrow though, comes real intrigue for me with Andrea Arnold's adaptation of "Wuthering Heights". Arnold, of course, directed that very spunky, very kitchen-sink British coming-of-age drama "Fish Tank," which I was quietly very impressed with last year, and she's chosen to follow it up with the renowned, well-known Bronte novel.
We saw earlier this year with Cary Fukunaga's "Jane Eyre" that there's still life to these stories, and Arnold's "Wuthering Heights," shot once again in the Academy 1.33 aspect ratio, will likely rejuvenate