The film still doesn’t hold a candle to any of the man’s many influences, including Suspiria.
Don’t believe Richard Huff. Andy Milonakis is the shit.
Did you hear the one about the gay Icelandic soccer team?
Sangre reveals Amat Escalante’s kinship to the prol-obsessed cinema of Bruno Dumont, only the director forgets to spike the story’s punch.
Failure to Launch is a not-so-distant cousin of those happy-go-lucky herpes commercials that play on television.
The film is so unreal that only a starved and weak-kneed cinesnob will be suckered in by it.
Cavite posits a wake-up call without ever really embodying what its lead character is waking from.
This is a must-own for keepers of J.K. Rowling’s flame.
One of the best-looking films of 2005 doesn’t exactly get the red-carpet treatment from Warner Home Video.
The uncynical message of the film is that with a little bit of work, our bodies, our neighbors, and our land may reward us with a healthy does of longevity.
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Persistence is everything in Asghar Farhadi’s affecting film.
Sweet, inventive little touches like the talking starfishes Aquamarine uses for earrings work to patch in the lazy potholes.
Free Zone registers as a war photograph pulled out of a vat of developer fluid minutes too soon.
The film will have a sobering effect for those feeling queasy from the recent glut of J-Horror imports and knockoffs.
Working with Atom Egoyan has not done Kevin Bacon any favors.
Region 1 audiences will have to make do until a Criterion-like dove comes to their rescue.
You may ask, what lies beneath? The answer: zilch.
Lost Cityhas the gloss of a non-inclusive commemorative stamp.