In Antlers, the big bad is never supposed to be as scary as society’s collective wrongdoing.
The film was almost canceled for being too partisan, so it’s ironic to discover that it’s practically apolitical.
It finally gets a home-video release worthy of purchase, sporting excellent video, flawless audio, and a bounty of well-sourced extras.
By turns abrasive and stately, sermonic and impartial, plot-heavy and meandering, often within seconds of each other.
The film bests Garden State’s Guinness World Record for most incessant navel-gazing.
The film is overly indebted to formula, but at its best, it’s an engagingly free-form character study.
WWE Films’s That’s What I Am is surprisingly low on testosterone.
People aren’t who they seem in Gone Baby Gone, and that goes for its makers as well.
The film delivers nothing more than a familiar Sundance-style brand of stagy, small-scale drama.