The droll world of writer-director Joel Potrykus’s Relaxer is defined by feats of man-child pettiness.
Blade Runner 2049 is so terrified of disreputability that it renders itself dead from the waist down.
We might expect it to end on the performance, as each episode has until now, but Lynch throws us a curveball.
The film’s characters are stock types without enough satirical texture to fulfill their function in the narrative.
A dour and withholding character study, Michel Franco’s film invites more questions than it’s willing to answer.
A Kerouac-lite immersion into young love rather than a more provocative portrait of modern urban life’s hazards.