Part of a continuous series of classic film reviews from some of the most eloquent, hilarious film critics from yesterday and today.
I am jealous of Andrew Sarris, the dean of American film criticism. Some of you may have read his stuff over the last few decades in The Village Voice and most recently in The New York Observer (until the Observer decided it didn’t have enough money to pay him). But the man has got a pretty insane advantage of every critic out there. Continue reading ‘CLASSIC REVIEW: The work of Stanley Kubrick’