From the schoolyard to the psych ward, the bully was a cinematic staple well before becoming a hot-button news topic.
This is minor Herzog, but Cage’s performance is some kind of tour de force. Keep both men away from your grandma.
Far more than Peter, it’s his paterfamilias who deserved the brunt of Grodsy and Jacobs’s character-study concentration.
Totally twee-which is to say, completely annoying-but Cam Archer seems to understand his talent as he does his main character: a work-in-progress.
The underrated Don’t Come Knocking is possibly Wenders’s best film since Paris, Texas.
Wild Tigers I Have Known self-consciously attempts to stake its claim to a tract of the queer cinema landscape.
What a curious thing it is to listen to a man read from the pages of Rebecca Miller’s female-empowering Personal Velocity.
More nostalgic than realistic, Deuces Wild paints an unimaginative portrait of macho bullshit.