The film suggests David Lynch’s masterful mindfuck Inland Empire for the influencer set.
You want to talk about old school?
American independent cinema’s dearth of novel ideas is demonstrated once again by Diggers.
Patrice Leconte is mainly drawn to sitcom scenarios, which might have been a reasonable tack to take if his material weren’t so cautious and staid.
Eagle vs. Shark is nothing more and nothing less than a romantic, New Zealand spin on Napoleon Dynamite.
There’s an inspirational story lurking within The Hip Hop Project, but directors Matt Ruskin and Scott K. Rosenberg can’t quite seem to bring it out.
Leonardo Ricagni attempts to craft a whimsical ode to childhood, friendship, and the divine power of words and knowledge with Goodbye Momo.
Sundance homilies and truisms are encased in a meta frame in I’m Reed Fish.
Civic Duty tantalizes with “is he or isn’t he” questions.
What a stunning piece of shit this movie is.
It may remind you of high school, and some of the things you tried to forget.
Don Coscarelli outdoes the humor of John Hughes in what feels like a more honest version of the gleeful sadism in Home Alone.
Awful title aside, Disturbia’s reworking of Rear Window for the YouTube generation is pretty nifty.
The film seems to exist in an uneasy limbo between avant-garde brilliance and completely inane abrasiveness.
Re-Animator is best known for its audacious handling of sex, violence, and humor.
Marcus Nispel doesn’t have John Milius’s aptitude for tapping into the mythical essence of his pulpy primitive-warrior-king material.
We’re entering into this conversation coming from antithetical perspectives.
The resolution of its subjects—both on and off the stage—succeeds in keeping it as potent as one of ODB’s classic rhymes.
To all the Halle Berry fans out there: Sorry, I just don’t get it.
Last year, with Paramount and Mel Gibson’s blessing, Brian Helgeland got the chance to reedit the film to his original cut.
Tenzin Chokyi Gyatso and Jampa Kalsang’s lead turns—as arid as the Dharamsala mountainside—regularly muck up the contemplative mood.