THE BOY DOWNSTAIRS Review
Sophie Brooks’ script is snappy and fun, injecting a smart indie vibe into what would otherwise be a by-the-numbers rom-com, however with all those trappings present, it’s easy to see where all this is going to go.
Sophie Brooks’ script is snappy and fun, injecting a smart indie vibe into what would otherwise be a by-the-numbers rom-com, however with all those trappings present, it’s easy to see where all this is going to go.
Mona (Eleanore Pienta) doesn’t have much outside of a cashier’s job at a local grocery store that pays the rent (it doesn’t actually) for her yellow, floral-print room; which is just that, a room,
Night of the Living Dead defined what the zombie film would become and is easily one of the most influential pieces of cinema in horror, but more than that, it’s just a fantastic movie that’s worth adding to your collection.
What really drags this film below its predecessors is how seriously it takes itself.
Bilal fails at establishing its central hero for any of the teaching points you graft onto him.
The movie is filled with with dry humor and awkward encounters, and they prove to be amusing in the abstract, although we can’t help but feel that this levity is used as an excuse to avoid the plot’s more complex implications.
Victor Crowley, the fourth film in the Hatchet saga and named for its hulking deformed slayer, continues the concept established in the first three movies but on a much smaller scale. The tone is cornier, and there are fewer of the Crowley kills that made the series stand out.
The sound of falling trees mixed with screams recalls The Blair Witch Project, but The Ritual leaves way less to the imagination and is less effective for it.
Winchester is just as basic thematically, wasting, and even contradicting, its interesting ideas rooted in grief and regret. Rough resolutions posing as cleansing poetic justice are missing rhyme and reason.
It should be emphasized that the elements corralled together are strong in their own rights, and if Kurosawa could have shored up the dragging run time necessary to cover his juxtapositions, Before We Vanish could have been a much more promising endeavor.
National Lampoon was in no way politically correct, and this film uses that fact to call attention to the legitimate problems with the magazine at the time and the people writing it, making them the butt of many a joke for being out of touch even then.
Psychotic! is the perfect middle ground that manages to be equally unfunny and not scary in almost respectable equilibrium of incompetent filmmaking.
The Clapper is an exercise in patience that rewards viewers with a tacked-on conclusion that does nothing but reinforce the fact that this a film filled with squandered talent and sloppy storytelling.
While lacking in much substance, Like Me acts as a visually arresting social commentary, which is not about a hypothetical dystopian future but instead about a future we’re already living in that, for better or worse, is something we need to accept.
Just recently I stated that, when it comes to films featuring cinematography from Sean Price Williams, it would be nearly impossible for me to view the overall project as anything less than worthwhile based on this simple fact alone.
Too serious to be lighthearted but too nonchalant to hold any weight, American Folk is an anomaly that doesn't work either way.