Film
The Feast isn’t coherent enough to go toe to toe with modern folk horror heavyweights, but it’s an admirable entry in the canon.
Boiling Point is as suspenseful a film as anything else I’ve seen this year.
These are people behaving badly, even while they struggle to retain their dignity.
Director Jane Campion’s sharp adaptation of Thomas Savage’s novel focuses on the damage done to those who surrender to the alluring but pernicious “sword” of social conformity.
This isn’t so much a movie as it is a micro-budget prank, and I must respect the hustle Dasha Nekrasova is pulling here even if it’s not in good taste.
For a movie starring a kid, this one is adroitly crafted and goes easy on the treacle.
Singular folksinger Karen Dalton never made it to the big time. A new documentary suggests why.
Rather than directly interviewing her father about his life, Lynne decided to take a more peripheral approach in order to figure out what makes her dear old dad tick.
Belfast is overly sentimental and drenched if not drowned in nostalgia, but it’s also very sweet, uplifting, well-paced, beautifully shot, and competently assembled.
This wholly original period piece crackles with energy, humor, and pathos.
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