Paul Rudd
At this year’s festival, films by Greg Araki and others explore erotic power, artistic identity, and spiritual unease—alongside a quietly inspiring portrait of painter Anne Packard.
Ant-Man can no longer call out comic book movies for their bullshit because, as purveyor of prologue for the Marvel movies that will follow, the character is now too irredeemably full of bullshit himself.
The film “Admission” resembles many of the rejected college applicants it portrays: likeable and clever, with a good story and the best of intentions, but not quite Ivy League material.
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