Reviews
Dreams, projections, flashbacks abound in The Unknown, but none of these are heralded or signposted, piling on an even greater level of mental disorientation, which Harari offers as a portal to greater organic understanding, both socially and cinematically.
Paper Tiger is Gray’s deftest and most moving film yet about how the assumptions Americans are fed about our ability to transcend class and economic standing are more quicksand than bedrock.
Through its sweeping scope, Possible Love trades the granular analysis of the particulars for a lucid picture of history as a repetitive structure that governs life under capitalism.
Amidst the nonstop chaos, the film finds something close to real pathos in using the communication gulf between the humans and aliens to excoriate xenophobia and ignorance.
Have you ever experienced a pleasurable, tingling sensation at the thought that somewhere out there, perhaps locked in a vault, stashed in a shoebox, or hidden in plain sight on the dusty shelves of an unassuming bookseller, lies a secret, suppressed, or once lost text that could change the course of humanity, unlock portals to other worlds, or reveal secret histories?
The nihilistic carnage is just as likely to elicit laughter as screams. Even established characters are shredded with brutal flippancy, including a major one whose stunning, gory demise prompted the loudest shrieks and cackles at my screening.
The key to the cinema of Kiyoshi Kurosawa is his multifaceted approach to various forms, each storytelling configuration providing its own archetypes and stylistic markers that can be freely mixed even as he maintains control over tone and aesthetic style.
Alboury will not come inside, and he will not go home, either; the more the two men try to feel each other out, the less likely it becomes that one or the other is going to budge. This is a compelling setup, sociologically and emotionally loaded.
How do you make a film that feels like your own, when everything about your form has been tokenized, appropriated, wrongly treated as representative of your entire community? This is the impossible, infuriating task at hand for Schoenbrun’s dizzying, sybaritic jaunt through the intellectual ouroboros of desire.
The film has been heralded as a return to form from one of New Queer Cinema’s brashest voices ever since its premiere at Sundance, yet it turns out to be a fairly conventional coming-of-age story.
Long imagined as both gateway and periphery, Incheon embodies the contradictory promises of post-IMF South Korea. It is a city defined by departures and arrivals.
The first narrative feature to be shot start-to-finish on IMAX film, The Odyssey showcases lustrous ocean hues and $250 million worth of production value to sporadically radiant color effect.
Jenkin shot Rose himself on a 16mm Bolex with no live sound, opting to mix, record, and compose all of the film’s aural elements in postproduction. The uncanny effects of this approach lend his tactile imagery a subtle layer of distortion, the story seemingly echoed from a distant point in time.
Maddie boasts the brand of clumsy innocence which typified after school specials of yore and millennial identity formation in the Buzzfeed era. She is also played by Early in drag, a queer quiver in the subgenre’s formulae that evades gimmickry through a totally embodied (and impressively measured) performance.