The Card Counter collapses under the weight of director Paul Schrader’s guilt complex.
This time around, as both a writer and director, Paul Schrader has a found a story, and the artistic restraint, to convey his elevated vision.
Lindsay Lohan is prostituting herself to a dreary vision of a Tinseltown shorn of even flickers of glory. And I like that.
The bubbling-over sexuality of Paul Schrader’s The Canyons is surely tongue-in-cheek, amusing in its semen-splashed excessiveness.