Leadbelly reminisces about the hard life of the blues legend - from wide-eyed innocent country boy to swaggering, hot-tempered young man to a still-robust white hair carrying the weight of years of sin and experience.
L.A. Confidential, the densely plotted '50s cop yarn based on James Ellroy's novel, is chilly and brutish and unforgiving. But for all that, it never quite sinks into utter cynicism and the principle characters retain a shred of idealism.
Simultaneously creepy and beautiful, The Skin I Live In is a heady mashup of mad scientist horror story, sexual fantasy, revenge yarn, and existential escape caper. A disturbing film for the art house crowd.
There's no subtext in Bloody Sunday. No allegorical references. No symbolism. This docudrama is obsessed with one thing: re-creating reality. And the story unfolds with the grim inevitability of Greek tragedy.