There is something to be said about the hopeful altitude to which Land attempts to ascend, battling an assortment of melodramatic platitudes and genre clichés as it does so.
Little Fish brings a refreshing aura of hope to what initially appears to be a situation entirely absent of it, making this love story a sterling reminder that little things can work miracles, and making authentic human connections – no matter how they occur – a priceless gift worth celebrating.
Supernova annihilated me.
But what The Funeral Home lacks in depth it more than makes up in style.
The Night has power, its unyieldingly disquieting unease a beauteous descent into a pitch-black psychological abyss from which there may be no escape.
For a film obsessed with nailing every minute detail, it’s those small missteps that make The Little Things a vexing conundrum.
While I’m sure many will miss the mutant hillbilly cannibals of the previous series, for my money this Virginia-set Wrong Turn is the superior backwoods sojourn into mayhem and madness.
The Marksman is a ponderous slog of a tale that rarely achieves anything close to a lasting impact.
While No Man’s Land’s finale is hardly original or unexpected, it still carries a fair amount of emotional weight that stopped my heart cold right at the very moment it was supposed to.