Victoria's two-and-a-half hour long-take lets you vicariously live a night of criminal activity, but ends up being more like a theme park ride than a great film.
Bluebird joins the long list of small-town-tragedy dramas, and its insincere performances and underdeveloped screenplay only serve to confirm the inherent shortcomings of the genre, that of aesthetic beauty but a total lack of actual substance.
Wild Canaries is as adorable as it is honest, with a unique look at the parallels between crime and love, functioning as both a well-developed romantic drama and a creative throwback to 1930s caper comedies.
It may not be particularly profound, but My Life Directed by Nicolas Winding Refn is an interesting behind-the-scenes look at the director’s most controversial and divisive work to date.
Although The Lazarus Effect has a very strong first half, it quickly devolves into a subpar horror thriller, led by an overqualified cast with an underdeveloped script.
A triumphant return from the annals of obscure near-incomprehensibility for director Peter Greenaway, but still rife with his trademark challenges like nudity, philosophical conversations, and vomit, Eisenstein in Guanajuato is an intellectual treat if you can handle the meat.
