According to Brian Shoaf’s Aardvark, a man’s psychosis boils down to an extreme case of sibling rivalry.
The film works as a sobering and, in its own way, inspiring look at Raqqa Is Being Slaughtered Silently.
Death hangs over Lana Wilson’s documentary in grandly cosmic fashion.
Writer-director Sarah Adina Smith’s film confuses narrative gimmickry for the sensitive evocation of an inner life.
The Promise simply turns this historical tragedy into mere background noise for a flimsy romantic triangle.
Writer-director Joseph Cedar charts Norman’s rise-and-fall arc with the attention to detail of a procedural.
Even at its most outrageously bizarre, Your Name is bound together by a passionately romantic core.
It intimately focuses on its main character’s personal triumphs and refuses to fall into heavy-handed polemicism.
It imbues a pessimistic view of the seemingly bottomless depths of human cruelty with sorrowful tragic force.
Craig Johnson’s film lurches from poignant melancholy to cartoonish slapstick, unable to settle on a consistent tone.
The aimless rhythms and low-stakes plotting make clear that Davy Chou is most interested in cultural anthropology.
Striking throughout are the seemingly caught-on-the-wing moments that subtly enrichen the film’s characterizations.
Deepak Rauniyar’s admirably balanced and humane social and political perspective is bracing throughout White Sun.
Before I Fall spouts tired platitudes about the value of altruism and living each day as it if were the last.
A melancholy air blows through every haunted frame of Hong Sang-soo’s On the Beach at Night Alone.
Kaurismäki rhymes his characters’ feelings of alienation to the mise-en-scène’s pastel blues and decaying browns.
Guadagnino’s film proves affecting as a chronicle of a young man learning to embrace his more emotional side.
In The Dinner, writer-director Oren Moverman wastes no time in establishing a tone of grandiose scabrousness.
Compared to its predecessor, director Danny Boyle’s T2 Trainspotting is a relatively aimless and sedate experience.
The film’s crucial shortcoming is its failure to illuminate both the inner life and artistic genius of Django Reinhardt.