Max Walker-Silverman’s first feature, A Love Song, is a character-driven, humanist, and deeply ecological present to someone of my generation.
Nope, Jordan Peele’s highly anticipated third feature, is an awe-inspiring marvel about our own unrelenting obsession with spectacle.
Earwig taps into a diabolical Freudian cabinet of uncanny curiosities and symbols.
Brazilian director Anita Rocha Da Silveira’s latest film is a genre-spliced howl of feminine fury in the face of right-wing Christian conservatism.
In a world riven by war and flirting with Armageddon you’d be forgiven for wondering how the microcosmic hothouse of Fire could command your attention. The answer: director Claire Denis’s artistry.
Marcel the Shell with Shoes On is a work of depth as well as inspired silliness, structured with moments of quiet contemplation in between the laughs.
This series presents a compelling perspective on the relativity of determining crime and punishment.
This year, I decided to skip gay films altogether. I got tickets instead for two promising lesbian-themed feature documentaries. An excellent decision.
The Sadness is an especially brutal film about societal collapse and how public health crises like COVID-19 amplify whatever savage impulses lie dormant within us.
It’s welcome to have a Latino-centered Father of the Bride, but it’s debatable if we really needed one this clumsily put together.