It’s a polarizing film that some like myself will love and find to be brilliantly funny and others will just find it too weird and annoying to get on board with. Whichever side you land on, An Evening With Beverly Luff Linn is a movie you won’t forget experiencing anytime soon.
With every one of Timo Tjahjanto’s films, we can see a maturing of his filmmaking style, shifting from drab, low-budget horror to a more action-infused horror to finally the straight-up, balls-to-the-wall, gut-punch-action bloodfest that is The Night Comes For Us.
Hysterical and touching, Eighth Grade is easily one of my top films of the year, and rewatching it on Blu-ray was just as satisfying as the theatrical experience. The jokes still land, and the loose structure of the film makes it inherently rewatchable.
Despite admirable performances from Jonah Hill and Joaquin Phoenix, Don’t Worry, He Won’t Get Far on Foot is a mediocre entry in Gus Van Sant’s filmography, something his fans are no doubt used to as of late, and a sad Blu-ray edition that simply isn’t worth a purchase.
For the fourth iteration of a tale as old as talkies, Bradley Cooper decided to give audiences a deeply self-indulgent piece of Oscar bait. With a two-and-a-half-hour runtime that feels like eight, the film shows flashes of brilliance and sincerity that are, unfortunately, overshadowed by Bradley Cooper’s ego trying to prove he’s not just that guy from The Hangover anymore.
Jonah Hill’s directorial debut, Mid90s, presents a compelling coming-of-age story about a young kid who befriends a local group of skaters who provide him a much-needed support system but, in doing so, expose him to a treasure trove of experiences that a child of that age has no business engaging in.
The serious, real-life cruelties occurring at America’s southern border, and the encroaching darkness of the last couple of years, make this an apt time for genre films to add to the discourse and perhaps provide some escape.
Good intentions mean a lot and Gold would know more about the disabled Hollywood experience than any of us, but this does not make her film any less better structured or clear in its overall intention. I applaud her for wanting to open up the conversation, but opening it up does not go far enough, especially when we have known the conversation has existed long before Gold's film came to be.
Alex Ross Perry’s latest and most caustic film yet, Her Smell, is an exhausting journey into the shattered mind of a riot-grrrl rocker on a downward spiral of substance abuse that too often tags along with fame.