Usually critics are one film behind. In the case of David O. Russell's American Hustle, it appears they're one film ahead for a change.
Making movie recommendations can be a dicey proposition. Luckily, picks for flicks to see at Another Hole in the Head, which kicked off on Black Friday and runs almost up until Christmas, hardly need to come with a warning--a certain potential for awful-ness is all part of the fun.
It pains me to say it, but there isn't much going on in movies over Thanksgiving. Big studios know they have a captive audience, so they dump some of their least interesting flicks over the long holiday. Do yourself a favor (unless you've got kids, then definitely go see Disney's Frozen) and plop down on the couch in front of some Netflix and consider something to be really thankful for: the continuing existence of Kathleen Hanna.
It's been a banner year for SF-based film productions--even my own usually quiet, Inner Richmond neighborhood has seen multiple crews filming in the past few months.
Anyone who's ever been out on a Friday night knows that Soul Music is a big deal in San Francisco. Despite the fact (or perhaps because of it) that most of its major canon was recorded over 40 years ago, on any given night in the city you can hear all varieties of soul, from girl groups to boogaloo, from slow jams all the way to jitter-inducing Northern Soul.
7x7 checks in with a member of the local film scene and takes their temperature. This week, we chat with film director Michael House.
There's no zealot like a convert, so the saying goes, and if you believe it the word "atheist" might set you to minor fits, suffering from visions of being buttonholed by a very very serious young man in glasses reading you the riot act about how your god is dead. Have no fear: The organized atheists of today are not your father's atheists--ok, maybe they are--but they're nothing like pimple-faced vegans roaming burger joints in search of their next convert.