Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillett’s horror comedy is sharp in more ways than one.
Bonello uncannily utilizes burdensome signs and wonders for maximum insight and agitation.
The film builds to the sort of incredible final bout that makes your hairs stand up.
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Justine Triet’s film has more on its mind than the simple question of innocence or guilt.
The film is a gentle evocation of contemporary Japanese life in its pleasures and frustrations.
The film insists that we come to terms with it rather than straightforwardly enjoy it.
Kenneth Branagh’s third Agatha Christie adaptation is a dusty, dry, and sluggish affair.
Fallen Leaves Review: Aki Kaurismäki’s Portrait of Love and Longing in an Anachronistic Limbo
Kaurismäki’s latest is deeply alert to the sensory pleasures of the world.
The film deploys genre cues only to sidestep their expected payoffs and moral resolutions.
With his latest, Jude continues following intuition and putting ideas into immediate action.
The film only pretends to rail against the scourge of unchecked capitalism.
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The story is kept at a stress-inducing simmer, with occasional surges of operatic emotion.
The film somehow feels tight, open and leisurely, and cloaked in dread all at once.
Most of the film’s scenes feel planted, as if Wenders is introducing exhibits in a case.
In this rueful film about all things unseen, the importance of time is seemingly felt by everyone.
For devotees of the franchise, Nia Vardalos’s film will be a surprisingly emotional trip home.
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The protagonist may feel cut off from the world, but the film is deeply in harmony with it.
The film, consistent with The Wild Pear Tree, is essentially a story about being stuck.
Bas Devos’s trademark placidity and restraint constitutes a challenge to narrative convention.
The film embodies the alienating angst of millennial life in all its nakedly neurotic glory.
Silva’s film minces neither words nor bodily appendages.