Film
Crucially, Blonde lacks a sense of joy. As Marilyn Monroe crumbles into an alcohol and drug haze, this expressionistic version of her life disintegrates into a succession of discomforting, sometimes laughable, scenarios.
This American remake does not have the power, the confidence of tone, or the aesthetic artistry to measure up to the horrifying original.
This American remake does not have the power, the confidence of tone, or the aesthetic artistry to measure up to the horrifying original.
The Whale is a bracing two hour battle against destiny.
There are cringe-worthy moments as well as scenes of mesmerizing beauty in Disney’s live-action Pinocchio. But I’ll go against the critical grain and argue, for several small reasons, and for one big one, that it was necessary to make it.
As a satire on the power of male-dominated corporations to manufacture consent and conformity, Don’t Worry Darling is devilishly amusing. Though credibility is not its strong suit.
At this year’s Toronto International Film Festival, there were celebrities, studio premieres and plenty of films with modest budgets that vied for attention.
A new documentary artfully and excitingly suggests what made David Bowie tick.
As with many horror and action films (and probably much of real life), the build-up is better than the eventual resolution/climax.
This year the Camden International Film Festival, which may be the finest documentary film festival in New England, examines the importance of place.
Honk for Jesus. Save Your Soul. would have been wise to stick to being a conventional mockumentary, a sardonic deconstruction of its target, the megachurch.
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