Stories about declining marriages have been told for eons, and it’s no different in film. It seems like every week we get a new take on the “marriage in crisis” genre, and The Wife is one more […]
Stories about declining marriages have been told for eons, and it’s no different in film. It seems like every week we get a new take on the “marriage in crisis” genre, and The Wife is one more […]
After letting Raw sit with me for a while, I’ve come to admire it more than actually love it.
Even though The Meyerowitz Stories lacks the magic of Frances Ha or the emotional import of The Squid and the Whale, it still manages to justify its existence by veering off the beaten path—even if just slightly.
I urge you all to seek this out as soon as possible. It is one of those obscure achievements that deserves all the attention it can get.
Like much of the Pixar canon, Coco is a universal film that reaches the hearts of both children and adults alike.
Columbus reminds me of Jim Jarmusch’s Paterson mixed with sprigs of Linklater’s Before trilogy and Sofia Coppola’s Lost in Translation.
Not having seen Ocean’s Eleven or its sequels, I don’t have much of a basis to make comparisons here. I know this is a heist film and a comedy, and that’s as much as I have to judge.
All These Sleepless Nights is a weird hybrid of documentary and artifice, dealing with real Polish youth and their restlessness
This isn’t 2017’s best LGBTQ film. But in its own way, it provides a striking counterpoint to the stories that seem more hopeful in nature.
Everything about this is inept and misjudged.
Cate Blanchett plays over a dozen characters, takes on half as many accents, gets to wear some great (and not so great) wigs.
Your Name is really fun to watch, and takes more risks than I would have expected it to. I may not be blown away, but I am still very impressed.
If this had been less predictable, I think it would’ve gotten more attention than it has. That doesn’t mean it’s worth forgetting. Far from.
Does anyone nowadays care how Louis XIV died? I certainly didn’t. Nevertheless, Albert Serra imagines the event as though it were a slowly deflating balloon in a burnished Baroque painting.
Everything is… not so awesome this time around, I’m afraid.