On the Record implicates nothing less than the entirety of American culture in hip-hop’s sins.
It doesn’t go far enough in explaining how a culture of rape pervades in different institutions, but it’s ruthless about holding them accountable.
It’s as much a parody of the new horror breed as it is of the 1950s monster flicks.
It almost seems like AMPAS is trying to pull one over on us—or, at the very least, sneak one past us while we’re not looking.
Kirby Dick’s nonfiction cinema drags ugly truths out of the shadows and into the light.
Throughout his documentary, Kirby Dick shows a great commitment to the stories of individual women.
Outrage has more to tell us about the screwed-up priorities of closeted gay careerists than even Angels in America.
With Outrage, filmmaker Kirby Dick falls short of his previous, nuanced work in Sick and Derrida.
How does one follow-up an Oscar-nominated documentary about sexual abuse perpetrated by members of the Catholic Church?
Kirby Dick’s documentary is a Molotov cocktail leveled against the Jack Valenti-led MPAA.
Kirby Dick’s film is an unquestionably straightforward and unflinching depiction of Bob Flanagan’s painful and prolonged death.
Whichever day you choose to watch it, the shock-filled and depressing Sick will ruin it.