Peter Keough
Three gruesome films by debut directors put the horror back in vacui.
Preoccupied with the little melodramas of their lives and their careers in the arts, the characters in”Afire” put off acknowledging the gathering disaster that might end up at their doorstep.
This shaggy dog story, set in the bowels of Manhattan, in the yet to be gentrified bohemian enclave of SoHo, presented an opportunity for Martin Scorsese to return to bare-bones filmmaking.
The greatest enigma “Oppenheimer” poses is recognizing the difference between good and evil and how to act accordingly.
“Lynch/Oz” roams from The Yellow Brick Road to “Mulholland Drive”.
Every Body complicates and clarifies the gender debate.
Two documentaries grapple with the ’60s, a decade of chaos, craziness, and the potential for doom or salvation.
Two documentaries at PIFF show how we got to where we are now.
The fox knows many things in My Stupid Intentions. The beech marten just one.
Reasons to be outraged and hopeful at this year’s Human Rights Watch Film Festival.
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