Plunging below the grass line to capture a miniature world in precise detail, the film offers exactly what its title promises.
The mystique that surrounds Nick Thorburn gets less interesting as his music becomes more conventional.
Ti West depicts a world continuously impinged on by the past, a realm we can admire but never actually enter.
There’s a sense throughout Old Ideas of Leonard Cohen facing a void and welcoming its emptiness.
It builds toward a great ending, which functions as one of the best, truest action climaxes in recent memory.
There’s something a little false in the film’s sense of play.
Bresson’s best works attain an air of perfect reverie through a conception of framing and montage that seems equally contrary to the classic idea of what an image, or sequence of images, should represent.
This is a middling set that contains few surprises, aside from raising questions about what took Jeezy so long to make it.
The seemingly flat aesthetic is bound and tagged by three details that would otherwise seem inconsequential.
Daguerreotypes is a portrait of an antique world that digs deep beneath its surface.
rEVOLVEr finds T-Pain at an important crossroads.
Outrage is Kitano’s most patently existential rendering, both of the gangster arena or the unchecked capitalism it comes to represent.
50 Words for Snow is a success not only because it’s so challengingly bold and peculiar.
The overall result is a messy jumble that, in its inability to find a consistent tone, ends up in a place that hasn’t really been explored before.
A concert film as long-form music video, Vincent Morisset’s Inni has style to burn but little apparent focus.
Equally indebted to Martin Scorsese, Guy Ritchie, and Giorgio Armani, London Boulevard represents the apotheosis of style over substance.
Crazy Clown Time exists in a world that’s just as hermetically sealed as Tom Waits’s Bad As Me.
U2’s involvement doesn’t make the film markedly worse beyond providing a seeming license to slack off in most aspects.
The Other F Word is a lightweight, frustratingly lazy documentary about punk-rock dads.
El Rego works both as a general career summary and a standalone album.