By: Brian Berger

Entertainment, grand landscapes, and dialectical troubles.

By: Mike Fleisch

Performances congruent with camera.

By: David Smay

His horror movies were unimaginably eerie.

By: Brian Berger

Handsome, quick-witted and casually virtuous.

By: Franklin Bruno

Her chorines, molls, and paroled hookers know their onions.

By: Brian Berger

In search of roles commensurate with his ability and ethics.

By: Brian Berger

His talent stretched back to Yiddish theater.

By: Mike Fleisch

He discovered a universe out of space-time.

By: Mike Fleisch

His films assume a state of undoing.

By: Brian Berger

In 1968, a year of riots, he reached his ascendancy.

By: William Nericcio

She is not the passive object of your gaze.

By: Tucker Cummings

He elevated neurosis to a comedic height rivaled only by Woody Allen.

By: William Nericcio

She was more like a volcano than a spitfire.

By: Mike Fleisch

He explored the near impossibility of connection.

By: Joe Alterio

Harryhausen’s animation is not realistic… it’s magical.