Film
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.
Years from now, I’m sure I will have forgotten nearly everything about Infinite Storm, but this one scene will still stick with me.
For 2 hours and 39 minutes, I was happy to sell my soul to Lucifer
I wrote last week that the best films at the Tribeca Film Festival tended to be documentaries. Then I saw a scripted German film that turned out to be an exception.
The Black Phone is not just about kids fighting to live. It’s about kids fighting to be seen, and in the case of the film’s literal ghosts, heard.
Recent Comments