The film is mostly a sobering dramatization of a true and controversial story in recent Connecticut history.
After a certain point, Olivia Newman’s film treats the womanhood of its main character as an afterthought.
Cédric Klapisch unsubtly correlates wine’s complex arrangement of flavors to the complexity of memory itself.
The potential comic absurdities of the premise are squandered as soon as the film settles into a tepid coming-of-age tale.
The film displays a sprightly tone and blissful sense of liberation in charting the exploits of characters seeking to live by their own feminine-centric rules.
The film’s animation is abundant in detailed backgrounds that make the characters stand out like placards.
Laurie Simmons isn’t so much creating art as a means to explore cinema’s effect on identity as she is conducting an act of indulgence.
The film’s hopscotching-in-time structure, informed by specific remembrances of Chavela Vargas’s life, is refreshingly unconventional.
Throughout, Christopher Doyle acknowledges that time and reality are often marked by a slippery subjectivity.
Given all its clumsily executed genre detours and tonal fluctuations, Rebecca Zlutowski’s film suggests an amateur juggling act.
Amnesia ultimately delivers rich insights about its main characters’ relationship to their backgrounds.
At its most honest, the film wrestles with the reluctance or unwillingness of women to fulfill ostensibly requisite roles.
It plays like one of the Grateful Dead’s seminal concerts: protracted and digressive, yet intricate in its design.
The film’s default mode is to lazily skewer suburbanites as cartoonishly privileged yuppies.
Throughout, the content and tenor of certain stories told by Mick Rock ambitiously inform the film’s style.
The faces in Logan Sandler’s film, like the landscapes of the paradise setting, only convey an empty sort of ambiguity.
The film’s jarring shifts in tone reflect the untidy side of life that the three main characters find themselves in.
Zhang Dalei’s film is single-mindedly devoted to evoking the way a pre-adult mind compartmentalizes the world.
The documentary advances its cause through an intimately diaristic depiction of hard work done well.
Jacques Perrin and Jacques Cluzaud’s Seasons is a nature documentary that reveals itself as a story of tragic usurpation.