There’s plenty of aesthetic polish to Futura, but it’s largely mitigated by the bland, reductive didacticism at its aging core. “How do you do,…
There Will Be No More Night is an intelligent, nightmarish portrait of war as first-person shooter and interrogation of how we consume visual information in…
Brighton 4th is but the latest example of festival-facing cinema slipping into anonymity under the weight of overly familiarly elements and arcs. There’s a scene…
Documenting the most downloaded phone app of all time is a daunting task. Director Shalini Kantayya is aware of such a prospect; right at…
The Cathedral After a series of accomplished shorts and one medium-length feature, the magnificently opaque Notes on an Appearance, Ricky D’Ambrose has returned with…
Sundown finds Franco up to his usual tricks, offering some appeal in his refusal of convention, but little more. Sort of the self-styled bad boy…
Nitrate Kisses opens with a lengthy quote by Adrienne Rich, stating that “whatever is unnamed will become […] not merely unspoken, but unspeakable.” The…
Katz’s film is an understated, elliptical work that speaks volumes in its pointed quietude. Ana Katz’s The Dog Who Wouldn’t Be Quiet appears at…
A Hero is Farhadi’s best work in a minute, still hampered by the director’s anonymous formal style, but otherwise delivering another masterful work of drama.…
The tame, backwards Sex Appeal has very little appeal indeed. New Hulu original Sex Appeal is tailor-made to be watched at sleepovers by undiscerning pretween girls…
Introduction bears a fitting title, as it feels like something distinctly new within Hong’s self-reflexive oeuvre. It’s somewhat reductive to observe that Hong Sang-soo,…
The Last Thing Mary Saw is sedate bit of moody horror that takes an array of cinematic reference points and flattens them until there’s…
Boy Harsher’s foray into filmmaking is a bit clunky, but The Runner certainly doesn’t lack for ambition or vibes. Jae Matthews and Augustus Muller…
“This boy… and this girl… were never properly introduced to the world we live in.” So begins the dramatic voice-over of Nicholas Ray’s debut…
Belle as a leaden mess of abject sentimentality and perfunctory technological tedium. If there’s anything to be gleaned from Belle, it’s this: Mamoru Hosoda…
Italian Studies is a banal, ponderous work that fails to land on any interesting or governing thesis. Dislocation and dissociation lie at the heart…
“A little more passion, though, would have been appreciated.” So says Dave Kehr of American — by way of London by way of France…
The House isn’t quite a home, its neat little anthology package coming too much untied in a miscalculated final leg. The latest in Netflix’s endless…