Charlotte Gainsbourg
Noé’s split-screen theatrics allows for double the amount of decision-making, double the choreography, and the narrative trickery in Lux Æterna & Vortex.
Featuring an understated performance from Tim Roth, Sundown forces audiences to reevaluate all of our assumptions about him and his unconventional choices.
A wealthy family is on vacation in Mexico until a distant emergency cuts their trip short and simmering tensions rise to the fore.
Our coverage of the 2021 New York Film Festival concludes with looks at Jane By Charlotte, Haruhara-San’s Recorder, and Hester Street.
I Think We’re Alone Now is a beautiful slow burn drama with a beautifully eerie atmosphere and striking performances from Dinklage and Fanning, ruined by an unruly mess of a third act.
In I Think We’re Alone Now, the apocalypse proves a blessing in disguise for one lucky recluse — until a second survivor arrives with the threat of companionship.
Despite a hopeful change of pace for Jim Carrey, Dark Crimes doesn’t deliver, suffering from choppy editing, a lack of dynamic characters, and a generic murder mystery story.
The Snowman, though with talent behind its production, ended up being an unfortunately jumbled and incoherent mess of a film.
Entering the world of an Agnès Varda film requires coming to terms with who she is as a filmmaker. She understood and explored the ways in which documentary and fiction are inextricably linked while generally eschewing linear narratives, working instead to show her own complex relationship with her films as she made them. Films like Jane B.
