An attempt to comment on contemporary masculinity, but without enough mind or matter to make much of an impact.
Three remarkable films that promise a bumper crop of world cinema yet to come at the NY Film Festival.
This clever Japanese zombie film is a spirited attempt to blow up and reinvigorate the genre.
Linda Ronstadt was every young female singer’s aspirational goddess: if you could nail “You’re No Good” or “Blue Bayou” in the car or the shower, you had practiced a lot.
Satanic Panic is a crazy ride, managing along the way to poke fun at the lifestyles of the rich and bored, reminding us that decadence among the upper classes is very scary indeed.
This tender documentary makes an airtight case that cinema has lost a very special person.
William McGregor has crafted a remarkable debut feature, a notable addition to the burgeoning crop of indie folk horror offerings.
The Nightingale serves as both a powerful exploration of the past (from the perspective of the exploited) and a gripping vision of resilience in the face of unfathomable hate, greed, and cruelty.
The Nightingale delivers an indelible vision of inhumanity perpetuated by colonialism and white privilege.
feels both cautionary and elegiac; it is obviously relevant in these times of extremism and the rise of small town tyrannies.