At the heart of all cinema lies a body-horror film about a human walrus. With Tusk, Kevin Smith continues a tangent seemingly spurred by 2011’s Red State.
Writer-director Michel Gondry got his start in the attention-span-challenged realm of music videos, where he learned that less is not necessarily more.
The initial image of Michaël Roskam’s first directorial venture into American cinema, The Drop, is a rippling reflection of a mechanical structure within a lowly puddle.
The pair essentially portray exaggerated versions of themselves eating their way through Italy as part of a travel piece for a London newspaper.
Somewhere between the simmering racism in Billy Jack and the juiced-in hick mobsters of Walking Tall lives Mr. Majestyk.
As ancient as the vampire genre is, there always seems to be something fresh that can be derived from it.
Six films into his career, Ti West has proven to be the best and smartest guy in the horror game.
Gleeson is at his brooding best in Calvary, a tough, theologically minded film in which he portrays a Catholic priest in a small Irish coastal village.
Love Streams, newly released on Blu-ray and DVD by Criterion Collection, is a soulful, tragio-joyous amalgamation of Cassavetes’ entire universe.
Some of the best films use ambiguity to their advantage, leaving an open-endedness that lingers upon their conclusion. Borgman certainly meets this criteria.