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Quo Vadis, Aida? digs up an ugly truth while giving voice to old ghosts

Movie Review: Quo Vadis, Aida Exhuming the hidden horrors of the Bosnian War forces us to bear witness to the small lapses of humanity that enable genocide as families struggle to save themselves -- at all costs -- in Jasmila Zbanic's Oscar-nominated Quo Vadis, Aida?  
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Nobody announces a new dirty, hairy kind of anti-hero

Movie review: Nobody Bob Odenkirk brings all of his beleaguered Everyman capital to an action movie that grants catharsis by throwing haymakers at a cruel, chaotic world
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Above Suspicion flays its central characters, but it’s okay – they’re awful

Movie Review: Above Suspicion Emilia Clarke ditches the dragons and thrones to pick up a hillbilly accent and a horny FBI agent in Phillip Noyce's cautionary tale that explores ego, power and two people with a pathetic desire to control each other.  
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Nomadland cuts to the bone, draws rust-coloured blood

Movie Review - Nomadland Frances McDormand forces us to see the warmth of kindred souls seeking freedom in a landscape abandoned by the American Dream.

Before we had the ‘Beforetimes,’ we watched baseball — and it was good

Column: A Long Day's Journey into COVID awareness Last March, Ex-Press staffer Charles Gordon was in Dunedin, Florida when COVID-19 cancelled Spring Training, and forced his family on an angst-filled road trip northward. A year on into the pandemic, we look back at the moment when everything, and everyone, changed. A memoir from March 21, 2020 By Charles Gordon We had already decided to come home before the call came officially from our government. For one thing, a prescient friend had announced, on the Tuesday before, that he was leaving: he had a respiratory infection and the Coronavirus could be fatal to him. A bunch of us were at the Florida restaurant where he told us that and we made light of it on the way back to the hotel. “Should I go straight to the hospital?” I asked, to general chuckles, as we got into the car. Still, it made me think. Here I was, an older Canadian, pushing 80, and a long way from a decent health care system. For another thing, they cancelled ...
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Cherry pops preconceived notions of heroism with sharp prick of PTSD

Movie Review: Cherry Joe and Anthony Russo use their superhero experience to  bring Nico Walker's novel to the screen with the epic scale of an Avengers movie, only to empty every hidden pocket in the cargo pants of male identity.
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Death of a Ladies Man guzzles ego, self-indulgence, and Leonard Cohen’s catalogue of poetic misery

Movie Review: Death of a Ladies Man Matthew Bissonnette's new feature is not based on the famed Montreal poet-Lothario's writing, but it finds the same bruised skies and ice-covered steeples that inspired his work -- and in the process, gives Gabriel Byrne a clean shot at creative narcissism.
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Raya and the Last Dragon sends a fiery message to a broken world

Movie Review: Raya and the last Dragon The new Disney blockbuster tries to celebrate peace while pushing female characters to the forefront, but ambient violence and distrust betrays a sensitivity to the fair sex with slings, arrows and spears.
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Movie reviews: The Croods, Christmas Chronicles 2, Collective, Zappa

What’s On November 27 A modern stone age family returns, Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn re-gift, a sports journalist pummels political corruption, and Alex Winter offers a little green rosetta stone for Frank Zappa

Sometimes you have to dig a hole to stay alive

Remembering Orme Payne, Part Two of Two From the Great Depression and prairie drought, to mano-a-mano combat with the Germans in the waning days of war, Orme Payne's life wove a tapestry of the Twentieth Century. By Rod Mickleburgh My friend Orme went through a lot in his final years. But when you’ve been through a Depression and a World War, you learn to take things as they come. During our many conversations, he never complained, never felt he was hard done by, even when he experienced the long months of isolation imposed by COVID-19. “I’m confined to barracks” was his matter-of-fact assessment. Over the phone, he was always cheerful. His yarns and colourful expressions never dried up, aided by a memory that remained intact until the end. And damn, he was funny…. Orme died this past September, his body finally giving up the ghost, after 98 years and five months of a very good life. I miss him terribly. On Remembrance Day, the first Orme has missed in 75 years, ...