One of the most unpleasant moviegoing experiences this year takes place far away from any movie theatre. It begins on Netflix, and ends in regret.
The Hateful Eight is, fittingly, Quentin Tarantino’s eighth film, and by far his weakest.
What if we were to meet with timeless movie couples who connected through dance? Would they still be dancing, or would they be reminiscing over how they moved people with their routines? For the Dirty Dancing/Footloose crowd, the final stretch of 2015 offers German Kral’s Our Last Tango – the real life story of this very scenario.
The Night Before is a messy film. Luckily, it’s a very funny mess.
Al Purdy Was Here has a lot of strengths going for it including its peaceful camerawork with editing to match, and an enigmatic subject filled with so much knowledge and pathos. But, to me, the most inspiring elements of Brian D. Johnson’s documentary is how illustrative it is with influence.
By: Trevor Jeffery All sleep and no play makes Jack aggressive and hungry for flesh.
Based on Pierre Deschamps documentary Noma: My Perfect Storm, I couldn’t work in chef René Redzepi’s kitchen. What begins as a foodie’s wonderland with non-stop decadent dishes soon turns unpalatable for the viewer.
In Joann Sfar’s triply thriller, Dany (an insecure secretary played by Freya Mavor) decides to throw caution to the wind soon after her boss (Benjamin Biolay) and his wife (Nymphomaniac’s Stacy Martin) arrive at an airport.
I just had the weirdest dream…
Let’s Rap doesn’t reinvent slacker comedy, but it is a likeable film made with good will. It’s a solid feature debut from director Neil Huber and screenwriters Jesse and Samantha Herman.