Golden Exits, the new film by Alex Ross Perry, a favorite of this festival, is an explosion of the director’s aesthetic.
The film sacrifices some of its innate appeal by making ham out of the supposed relics of a less enlightened era.
Ruby Sparks succeeds as a satirical fantasy about writerly self-involvement, but it’s worth celebrating as a testament to self-made greatness.
There’s nonetheless something mildly endearing about the film’s joyful celebration of loserdom.