By the time Clarke made a biopic on Robert Frost for public television, he was a long-celebrated American institution. Though featuring him accepting the Congressional Gold Medal from President Kennedy at the White House, Clarke lingers on the 88-year-old poet busily ambling about his house and property in Vermont and intersperses this with relaxed talks to students at Sarah Lawrence and Amherst Colleges. Jokingly acknowledging his film crew at times, Frost appears comfortable and amused with his place in the sun. Relatively conventional with a verité cognizance, Clarke’s stroll “above ground” earned her the Academy Award for Best Feature Documentary in 1963.

By the time Clarke made a biopic on Robert Frost for public television, he was a long-celebrated American institution. Though featuring him accepting the Congressional Gold Medal from President Kennedy at the White House, Clarke lingers on the 88-year-old poet busily ambling about his house and property in Vermont and intersperses this with relaxed talks to students at Sarah Lawrence and Amherst Colleges. Jokingly acknowledging his film crew at times, Frost appears comfortable and amused with his place in the sun. Relatively conventional with a verité cognizance, Clarke’s stroll “above ground” earned her the Academy Award for Best Feature Documentary in 1963.

本剧改编自同名网络漫画书，讲述主人公天才心理学家Dr. Frost秘密加入搜查队，通过正式和非正式的调查，侦破罪案的故事，是一部健康的心理调查剧。

what motivated me up to the new director's festival to catch 'martin frost' tonight was the brutal review that it got yesterday from the lead critic of the new york times, brutal dismissal, to be more accurate, 'the less said about (it) the better', she said, and i figured that any movie able to teach Ms Dargis the virtue of silence for even a few column inches would be worth the trip. 　　and worth the trip it was. we are brought into a paradise of limpidly beautiful visual textures. the oaken rhythms of a country house ensconced in a springtime parkland of luxuriant trees and luminous skies bestow the soothing natural blessing needed by the main character, martin frost (David Thewlis), a writer rubbed raw by the mechanics of finishing a novel in new york city. (Thewlis makes palpable the casualty of intrapsychic machinery sawed into daemonic reverb against the banausic hive). then paradise morphs into purgatory, leavened comedically, in Dante's sense, by the postmodern angelic visitations of Claire (Irene Jacobs) and Anna (Sophie Auster). 　　unfortunately, to my taste, the verbal dimensions of the film are flaccid, the logic more fanciful than imaginative, the narrative arc crippled by some irredeemably creaky plotting, especially at the crucial initiation of the relationship between martin and Claire where the seeds of common sense are thrown to the magpies of theatricality. 　　but so beguiling is the willful vulnerability of auster's fantasy, and the edgy interplay that it potentiates between Thewlis and Jacobs, and the camera, and later Sophie Auster, and the broad comedy of a rural everyman (Michael Imperioli), that it is very pleasant to be carried along on the visual foam of uncertain sensual delight, eddying into a feeling that this film's oddly louche light touch is uniquely adept at tracing some grave lineaments of the human heart. 　　go innocently.

what motivated me up to the new director's festival to catch 'martin frost' tonight was the brutal review that it got yesterday from the lead critic of the new york times, brutal dismissal, to be more accurate, 'the less said about (it) the better', she said, and i figured that any movie able to teach Ms Dargis the virtue of silence for even a few column inches would be worth the trip. 　　and worth the trip it was. we are brought into a paradise of limpidly beautiful visual textures. the oaken rhythms of a country house ensconced in a springtime parkland of luxuriant trees and luminous skies bestow the soothing natural blessing needed by the main character, martin frost (David Thewlis), a writer rubbed raw by the mechanics of finishing a novel in new york city. (Thewlis makes palpable the casualty of intrapsychic machinery sawed into daemonic reverb against the banausic hive). then paradise morphs into purgatory, leavened comedically, in Dante's sense, by the postmodern angelic visitations of Claire (Irene Jacobs) and Anna (Sophie Auster). 　　unfortunately, to my taste, the verbal dimensions of the film are flaccid, the logic more fanciful than imaginative, the narrative arc crippled by some irredeemably creaky plotting, especially at the crucial initiation of the relationship between martin and Claire where the seeds of common sense are thrown to the magpies of theatricality. 　　but so beguiling is the willful vulnerability of auster's fantasy, and the edgy interplay that it potentiates between Thewlis and Jacobs, and the camera, and later Sophie Auster, and the broad comedy of a rural everyman (Michael Imperioli), that it is very pleasant to be carried along on the visual foam of uncertain sensual delight, eddying into a feeling that this film's oddly louche light touch is uniquely adept at tracing some grave lineaments of the human heart. 　　go innocently.

A family is terrorized by an evil doll named Robert, which seems to come to life after an elderly housekeeper is dismissed. As the attacks grow more intense, the parents struggle with their disbelief and fear while trying to break the curse before it's too late.

拉哈瓦和他的儿子阿琼住在勒克瑙，是婆罗门一家餐饮单位的厨师长。他过着平静的生活，希望儿子得到最好的。一切似乎都很顺利，直到一些骷髅从他的衣柜里滚了出来，他被迫接受他原来的化身。

一個英國海濱小鎮，三位放浪形骸的少年。他們無法接受這個村鎮裡各種自以為是的道德標準，於是，他們決定將不滿化為行動，以身衝撞道德界線！本片在戛纳放映時，觸怒許多觀眾與影評人離座抗議。更有一位影評人形容，這部片的犯罪場景讓《發條橘子》看起來就像小甜甜音樂錄影帶般的可口，是2005戛纳影展在性與暴力尺度上最具爭議的一部影片。

一個英國海濱小鎮，三位放浪形骸的少年。他們無法接受這個村鎮裡各種自以為是的道德標準，於是，他們決定將不滿化為行動，以身衝撞道德界線！本片在戛纳放映時，觸怒許多觀眾與影評人離座抗議。更有一位影評人形容，這部片的犯罪場景讓《發條橘子》看起來就像小甜甜音樂錄影帶般的可口，是2005戛纳影展在性與暴力尺度上最具爭議的一部影片。