Uncle Peckerhead is something of a gleefully gory hoot, and even if I didn’t lose my head over it that doesn’t make the film any less worthwhile.
This new The Secret Garden, while full of life and overflowing in imagination, isn’t still without a few thorns. Had those been trimmed back even a little bit, I’d likely be frolicking through this film’s cinematic fields in bare feet and a large smile plastered on my face.
La Llorona comments on current international events as well as recent Guatemalan history with confident authority, making the film a universally accessible ghost story that will haunt all who watch it for quite some time to come.
Summerland is the type of motion picture that gives me hope things are going to turn out all right, not just for the characters living inside this tale, but in the here and now for all of us as well.
Amulet is a distinctly feminist journey where answers only reveal additional questions, and doing the so-called “right thing” could lead to ghastly unforeseen events born of entitled selfishness that are both heinous and unforgivable all at the same time.
Relic is a singularly magnetic motion picture that burrows under the skin leaving a lasting scar, the hushed uncertainty of the devastation left behind in its wake impossible to forget.
Homewrecker is one heck of an entertaining foray into psychologic discombobulation, everything building to a shockingly gruesome climax I honestly didn’t see coming.
I didn’t realize just how much I needed director Dawn Porter’s latest documentary John Lewis; Good Trouble until it was over.
The Outpost wrecked me, and when it was over I was so exhausted and had gone through so many tissues I needed to slap a little water in my face to regain my composure.