Refn discusses his love of fairy tales, falling through the rabbit hole of streaming, and more.
Ashes of Time doesn’t starve for hyperkinetic genre calisthenics.
Films that try to convey a state of disorientation live and die by their central metaphors.
It’s outdated, banal paranoia given a superficial, big-budget contempo polish.
There’s little room for genuine emotion in this turgid romantic fantasy adapted from a novel by slop-meister Nicholas Sparks.
It’s tempting to stay with Bullet in the Head to the very end, just to see if someone really does get one in the noggin.
While it’s slanted far to the left, the film justifies its views by investing emotionally in its protagonist’s work.
New York Film Festival 2008: Matteo Garrone’s Gomorrah and Antonio Campos’s Afterschool
The problem with Gomorrah isn’t that it feels incomplete or underdeveloped.
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A dollop of Saving Private Ryan, a dash of Letters from Iwo Jima, and a sprinkle of Italian neorealism characterize the style and sentiment of the film.
The past may be decomposing, but the kids are all right.
What would a psychiatrist prescribe to Antonio Campos for framing the world like Gus Van Sant and wagging his finger at us like Michael Haneke?
At best, The Class is great reality TV.
Last Laugh can really best be understood as a horror story.
The Northern Land is something like a bad Oliveira forgery.
The film is hampered by Ying Liang’s jaundiced view of humanity, which at times reaches Paul Haggis-like levels of absurd hysteria.
The adjective “nihilistic” and its vague synonyms are all too frequently attached to opinions of David Fincher’s extraordinary film.
Both The Headless Woman and Tony Manero are staggering in different ways.
Ari Folman intimately understands the way that the human psyche denies, mutates, and embellishes.
The Windmill Movie is a stirring autobiography-by-proxy culled from 200 hours of footage shot by Richard P. Rogers and his father.
Whether or not one is able to find humor in Dane Cook’s spastic white-boy antics, it’s now clear that the man was born to play the role of the asinine romantic.