This set boasts enough supplements for at least two semesters’ worth of martial arts semiotics.
The first episode since “Time Zones” where the narrative constantly felt busy with story rather than depending on symbolic acts and pauses.
This season may reveal the show’s grand design to be rooted in a son coming to terms with his father’s unchecked avarice.
The filmmakers rest their depressive character study on the able shoulders of actor Michael Rapaport.
Hal Haberman and Jeremy Passmore’s story is fit for a 15-minute short rather than a feature-length narrative.
Until about two-thirds of the way in, Save Me plays its central hypothesis surprisingly, um, straight.
The film is stuck somewhere between an antique genre flick and a metaphysical rumination on responsibility and forgiveness.
As this clever, slow-to-burn thriller speaks for itself, you may not care that the extras aren’t up to par.
The film works hard to make the audience part of its con and not a victim of it.