The closer Happy Life gets to finally finding any joy in the fans of this passé scene, the more depressing it becomes.
This is a film that’s more interested in the emotions its characters’ seem subordinate to.
As a horror movie that feels more like a mumblecore drama that a serial killer passes through, it’s deaf to its own shifting tones.
This isn’t so much a document of a certain group of people’s lives, but a political tool, Democratic through-and-through.
Girlfriend is surprisingly backward not only in the story that entangles its main character, but also in its characterization of women.
There’s a preciseness and polish to the way the characters are played in Rapt that makes the film resemble an expensive chess set.