Film
Border memorably skims the border between reality and the supernatural, examining the irreconcilable division between the civilized and the perverse.
While nothing happens, there’s an understated splendor in all that’s uneventful here, so much so that I didn’t want to miss any of it.
There are words of wisdom for artists here: they offer a simultaneously nauseating and heartening view of the trade for those actively practicing.
What is distinctive about Jane Gillooly’s superb documentary is its patient unfolding of the history of discrimination in a specific area.
These are not stodgy actresses, but a diverse of group of women proffering salty temperaments, glowing façades, and the exquisite articulation that reflects decades on the stage.
The Clovehitch Killer is a creepy little movie about a creepy little idea, the parasitic kind that worms through the ear canal and eats away at brain matter.
Ethan Hawke’s goal as an artist is to connect meaningfully with the world — avoiding artifice is essential in terms of his acting, directing, and writing.
All of Shirkers demonstrates the wonderfulness of making cinema. I Am Not a Witch dramatizes the mystery and solidarity of accused witches.
How will PC New Englanders react to seeing nutria gunned down by hunters, and some bashed on their heads to make sure they are dead?
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