Britni West yokes her experimental sequences with the hard reality of characters trying to figure things out.
This juvenile horror-comedy spoof is primarily a cautionary tale about the perils of allowing brahs to make movies.
Though visionary, the film abounds in undigested ideas and dubious sexual politics.
The lusterless camerawork keys itself almost empathetically to the drab reality of the film’s spaces, but it can’t enliven the hackneyed plot.
Sans a single compositional sleight of hand, it merely delighting in turning lights on and off and watching Zoe appear in random places.
This is a complete list of our predicted winners at the 2015 Academy Awards.
First, praise be to the brave Oscar pundits who have Bradley Cooper in their crosshairs.
We could make this one easy on ourselves and buy the narrative that every film nominated for best picture will win at least one Oscar next Sunday.
Even as Boyhood steamrolled the critics groups, even as it dominated the Golden Globes, we had our doubts about its frontrunner status here and in best picture.
A win for Mr. Turner, the only film here not to receive a nomination from the CDG, would be the second for a Mike Leigh production.
This year, 60 films received nominations across 24 categories, and with the exception of Glen Campbell…I’ll Be Me, I’ve seen them all.
Last year we accurately predicted 23 out of 24 Oscar categories.
Having won the Golden Globe and six trophies at this year’s Annie Awards, How to Train Your Dragon 2 would appear to have this one in the bag.
Yes, the photo above is not of Edward Snowden, subject of Laura Poitras’s Citizenfour.
In dreams, too, Laura Dern wouldn’t also be passing through.
For practitioners of the form, like Daniel Mindel, who’s never shot a film digitally, the choice here will be between The Grand Budapest Hotel or Ida.
In the aftermath of the Charlie Hebdo terrorist attacks, Timbuktu’s lucid depiction of innocents rightfully, righteously fighting fundamentalism from within feels especially eye-opening.
This year’s nominees are all, almost conspicuously, united by their deployment of the canniest of distancing effects.
Existentialist angst has never been so obsessively on the mind of the AMPAS voter.
The pyrotechnics succeed only at reinforcing West’s macho bona fides and condescendingly forcing Statham back into his wheelhouse.