On the occasion of the French national holiday I thought I would dedicate today’s post to a few French movies I love. Classic or modern, funny, thrilling, dramatic, sad or serious… I find so much beauty, realism, openness, elegance, magic or ambiance in French movies that I often miss in other movies. It is not (more)
Sunday. Mother’s Day.
The Mother’s Day weekend was dedicated to the Maryland Film Festival for as long as I can remember. I think only once it took place a week earlier or later. I have been lucky because my mother lives in Germany and six hours ahead of our time-zone. But not everybody is so (more)
Our movie marathon continued Saturday, May 8 with four screenings at the Charles. In the last few years it became our tradition to start off the festival Saturday with a screening in 3D. This year it would have been Inferno in 3D, but we decided to break our tradition and watch one of several foreign (more)
When we put together our five screenings for the first full festival day I already thought it would become quite an exhausting Friday. And this really turned out to become one rock star day of watching movies without a pause and living on popcorn, energy-bars, water and sangria. But it was absolutely worth it.
Our day (more)
This year it was especially difficult to create our movie schedule for the film festival weekend. The line-up includes so many great movies, documentaries and foreign entries…it is impossible to watch everything on a single weekend. But we managed to put together a selection of 14 screenings I’m going to write about again like every (more)
Yesterday I watched such a film: Vozvrashcheniye or The Return, by Russian director Andrei Zvyagintsev. What a brilliant and unforgettable movie!
One house: one revolutionary; two open straight marriages; three gay people (maybe four); three children; two carnivores and eight vegetarians; there’s only one way they’re going to make it… together.
Last Thursday we saw Lukas Moodysson’s “Together”, a funny and beautiful story of a Swedish commune in the 1970s. To keep it short, I just loved (more)
Back in May I wrote about our time at the Maryland Film Festival. We had to leave the Narrative Shorts program early and missed the ending of Paul Harrill’s Quick Feet, Soft Hands. In my blog I mentioned that I was very interested in the rest of the story, and shortly after posting it I (more)

