The cacophony of visions, broken mirrors, and mutilations only points to the ghost in the machine respecting The Craft as its spirit animal.
One of the best and most under-seen American indies of the last few years arrives in an impressive package from Music Box Films.
Its saving grace are the moments when Owen sheds his old-dog exterior and justifiably barks at Clark in the wake of his hotheaded antics.
The camera captures the characters’ exterior and internal spaces with delicacy and tremendous believability.
The Runaways feints in the direction of being an obstreperously feminist biopic worthy of its subject.