Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillett’s horror comedy is sharp in more ways than one.
Varun Khanna’s Beyond Honor sheds a harsh light on the still-thriving practice of female genital mutilation.
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Throughout the film, there’s no denying Seijun Suzuki’s knack for ravishing disorientation.
The film is the work of a restless prankster still delighting in pulling the rug from beneath his audience’s feet.
The uncynical message of the film is that with a little bit of work, our bodies, our neighbors, and our land may reward us with a healthy does of longevity.
The film awkwardly shifts gears from gritty independent film realism to gonzo hysteria without ever feeling accurate.
In effect, this remake is a cover song recorded in a slicker studio with the best equipment.
Persistence is everything in Asghar Farhadi’s affecting film.
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I Am a Sex Addict is Caveh Zahedi’s egomaniacal confession about his obsession with sex workers.
When you get right down to it, Ask the Dust is unforgivably dull as dishwater.
Ultraviolet is nice to gaze at but otherwise simplistic, senseless, and eminently skippable.
There are as many participants in this thing as there are characters in an Altman movie.
Sweet, inventive little touches like the talking starfishes Aquamarine uses for earrings work to patch in the lazy potholes.
The film is more exciting than expected and yet not nearly as gripping as it could have been.
Late Chrysanthemums is a film of unbridled riches, so it’s only appropriate that it contains two of Mikio Naruse’s typically superb climaxes.
Also known as Her Lonely Lane, A Wanderer’s Notebook is director Mikio Naruse’s hollow biopic of authoress Fumiko Hayashi, whose work the director often adapted for the screen.
Free Zone registers as a war photograph pulled out of a vat of developer fluid minutes too soon.
The film will have a sobering effect for those feeling queasy from the recent glut of J-Horror imports and knockoffs.