chOz Perkins’ The Blackcoat’s Daughter is yet another example of a horror movie trying to employ a stylish mood to obscure its vacuous substance.
chOz Perkins’ The Blackcoat’s Daughter is yet another example of a horror movie trying to employ a stylish mood to obscure its vacuous substance.
Jenny Gage’s All This Panic is an invaluable DOCument (get it, because it’s a documentary?!) of modern teenage life, made all the more essential by how rarely Hollywood accurately depicts these pivotal years.
In David Lynch: The Art Life, the heralded title director relays intimate psychological stories from his early life and painting career that must have inspired his films, but their relationship to each other is presented merely implicitly as opposed to sufficiently explicitly.
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The respective relationships between the misleading trailers and actual movies for Nacho Vigalondo’s painfully perplexing Colossal and Azazel Jacobs’s fascinatingly perplexing The Lovers exemplify two types of flicks that spawn false advertising, both for the same predictable reason: commercial appeal.
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At a time when a former (some would say current) entertainer has become the official Presidential face of one of the most powerful countries in the world, a movie – that most classic of American entertainment – from last year now feels like a harbinger of Donald Trump’s America. Though the script was written well before the batshit craziness otherwise known as the election of 2016, Todd Phillips’ War Dogs offers up perverse depictions of not only Trumpian figures but also the paradoxical aspects of American culture – specifically the mythological tradition of the American Dream – that have allowed for such megalomaniacs of excess to attain success in this country.
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One of a critic’s imperative responsibilities is to retain some form of objectivity in their analyses. Subjective taste will of course always partially influence opinion, but those tasked with critiquing for the benefit of the general public should strive to value that which can be justified—or at the very least explained—to others in their proclaimed judgements.
A new week, a new screen-to-stage idea.
After seeing Asghar Farhadi’s Academy Award-winning The Salesman earlier this year, I posted the following tweetstorm on Twitter:
Add last year’s The Autopsy of Jane Doe and Lights Out to the long list of excessively derivative, and thus increasingly tired horror movies that would be better suited for the stage.
Kong: Skull Island shares traits with both of the last two weekends’ slates of releases: like Get Out two weeks ago, it’s basically the sole offering of interest this weekend; and like last weekend – but unlike Get Out, unfortunately – this lone offering did not offer moviegoers much of a reason to leave their houses to hit the local cinema.
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