Articles by Jay Kuehner
An acutely detailed charmer whose punk scowl belies a pop-at-heart sensibility, WE ARE MARI PEPA sings a new song.
A programmer’s notes on the bounty of new Latin American cinema.
Cinéma vérité meets otherworldly insight in Werner Herzog’s classic early documentary.
On a few of the epiphanies and lulls of the last year; a late twenty thirteen review.
On life, lived: LEVIATHAN and the Sensory Ethnography Lab.
Sleepers, surprises emerge from long queues in Telluride’s broadened anniversary edition.
The Buenos Aires International Independent Film Festival turns 15 and remains wise beyond its years.
‘We can’t wait to see what can come from a remote corner of the planet, how these kids will continue to reinvent storytelling,’ says distributor Sandro Fiorin.
On ecstatic truth, strange magic and being under the influence of Geoff Dyer at the Telluride Film Festival.
A filmmaker on an obscure semiotics search and participants navigating a renowned Rocky Mountain film festival share an ethos: Let chance be your guide. By Jay Kuehner
A wayward visionary as well as a ‘supremely self-reliant’ inside joker, Jim Finn has arrived.
Telluride is a decidedly august festival, even while resistant to claims that it isn’t edgy anymore.