Ratched is lurid, violent, sexually explicit, outrageous, and has nothing whatsoever to do with Ken Kesey’s novel or Milos Forman’s award-winning film adaptation.
This may be the year’s best ensemble cast, and that goes a long way towards making this multi-layered melodrama accessible and compelling.
You may not know what you’re feeling or what to think about what you’ve seen afterward. This is a rare experience in cinema to be savored, or at the very least highly valued.
Unhinged is one of the most violent films I’ve seen in recent memory where there is no excessive gun play. But who needs bullets when you are driving a two ton projectile powered by an endless, roiling fount of rage?
The Pale Door, following in the steps of so many horror films these days, spoils a promising premise via a contrived and uneven story line.
It’s entertainment genius to turn our new normal into something topical and terrifying.
While there’s plenty of wistful romance and character-driven conflict to keep Summerland rolling along, the narrative isn’t exactly plausible.
It gradually became clear to me by the mid-’80s that Alan Parker films were, more than those of any other filmmaker, an integral part of my identity as a film lover.
Filmgoers hankering for some excellent and exciting new documentary features and shorts should check out the Salem Film Festival, which has gone online.
What makes this somewhat derivative movie soar is its music.