Joining the small crew -- Chris Patterson as chief cinematographer and myself as assistant cameraman -- are two striking athletes: Kristen "Liggy" Lignell from Lake Tahoe and Justine Van Houte from Telluride.

CNN: The snows of Erukenya

As a filmmaker working on a large canvas in a quasidocumentary style, Mr. Affleck rises to one challenge after another with a sure touch. (And with the help of such collaborators as the cinematographer Rodrigo Prieto, the production designer Sharon Seymour, the editor William Goldenberg, and Alexandre Desplat, who did the original score.) Tony's crash program to teach his six frightened charges their assigned roles feels convincing and fresh.

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The terrible beauty of Collins's Dublin is evoked by cinematographer Chris Menges as a city of smoke and shadows where darkness mitigates daylight.

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Working with the renowned cinematographer Robert Elswit, Bird pushes his cast through as many preposterous scrapes as possible, and, at times, he attains the freedom of animation with real flesh and crashing metal.

NEWYORKER: Battle Stations

Polanski used the dour north coast of Germany as a substitute for the Vineyard in winter, and the cinematographer Pawel Edelman turns the constant downpour and gloom into a beautiful, slate-colored curtain a subdued but enveloping field of lies and secrecy, impenetrable to the Ghost, who is lost among power players far too clever for him.

NEWYORKER: The Ghost Writer

The director, Anton Corbijn, a Dutch-born still photographer, works in a disciplined, Precisionist style dry, hard-focus color (Martin Ruhe is the cinematographer) and long stretches of silence (the occasional gunshots are as startling as a sudden crack across the kneecap).

NEWYORKER: The American

Nolfi and the cinematographer, John Toll, have produced a sombrely unified vision of New York as a place of dull skies and frequent downpours, a city whose towers stick up like hostile gray stalagmites.

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