Like many a classic noir, Caliber 9 gets a lot of mileage out of its location shooting.
Sexual aberrations have rarely looked and felt as seductive as they do in The Laughing Woman.
This beautiful refurbishing of Franju’s film allows the underrated whodunit to assume its rightful place on the cinephile’s mantle.
One of Godard’s most arresting and personal early visions served as a pivotal act of brokering his own legend.
A pristine offering of a film that devastates through its shockingly precise attunement to the lingering traumas of human-borne catastrophe.
A preferable alternative would be watching Debbie Does Dallas while having Hershey’s Syrup squirted into my mouth.
Mother of Tears feels like Dario Argento’s Frenzy.