Film Reviews
Desert Road is what indie cinema should be. It’s ambitious, beautifully shot, and entertaining in all the right ways.
My Sextortion Diary, the hour-long documentary that arose from Franquesa’s harrowing experience with digital blackmail.
This thriller is confidently executed enough to swing for the fences with metaphysical lore that’s either complex enough to unpack with friends.
Stopmotion is a unique gem within the realm of horror, capturing the disintegration of a puppet and puppeteer.
Admirably, Sew Torn remains winningly earnest in its treatment, aiming for Edgar Wright’s shaggy dogs over Nolan’s smooth criminals.
Origin is an incredible, and powerful, insight into a theory of human behaviour that is both fascinating and troubling.
Like any really good yarn, Secret Mall Apartment has one truly weird story to tell you.
Colman Domingo is Oscar-nominated for his baffling performance as civil rights leader Bayard Rustin in this Netflix drama.
Jericho Ridge is indeed a B-movie take on Assault on Precinct 13, coupled with plenty of Carpenter style flourishes which show Gilbey did his homework.
The Burning Season is an intricately told story of secrets, guilt, and lust, anchored by great chemistry between its co-stars, and a satisfying script.
Madame Web is trapped in the past for feeling like a mid-2000s comic book movie too ashamed to evoke its source material
While occasionally veering into an overly complicated and opaque narrative structure, The G is a fun genre thriller with an incredible performance.
The Movie Emperor spawns one of Andy Lau’s most interesting performances in recent years.
Mad Props is not only a love letter to film and props; it puts a spotlight on the fans that make all the blood, sweat, and foam latex worth it.
I’m thankful for Seagrass because I’ve rarely felt so understood by a movie even as there are always more stories to tell.