Fellini was more in love with breasts than Russ Meyer, more wracked with guilt than Ingmar Bergman, more of a flamboyant showman than Busby Berkeley... Amarcord seems almost to flow from the camera, as anecdotes will flow from one who has told them often and knows they work. This was the last of his films made for no better reason than Fellini wanted to make it.

Sometimes, it's all about the casting.

Films to the degree that they glorify mindlessness and short attention span they are bad, to the degree that they encourage empathy with people not like ourselves and encourage us to think about life, they are good.

Many thrillers follow such reliable formulas that you can look at what's happening and guess how much longer a film has to run.

The Last Airbender is an agonizing experience in every category I can think of and others still waiting to be invented.

It's the same the world over. A Hollywood production comes to town, and the locals all turn movie crazy.

Cinema, for me, has always been something like music composed with photographic images.