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See Send Help with a crowd! It's much better to laugh, gasp and gag together.

Kokuho settles into a complacent and-then rhythm--in that sense, it starts to feel like TV--but is otherwise quite sensitive and beautiful. Oscar-nominated for Best Makeup & Hairstyling.

Shortly after American Movie was released, I recognized Mark Borchardt in a Target in Menomonee Falls, Wisconsin. We exchanged nods. Some time later I witnessed Mike Schank puking after midnight in a Milwaukee alley. Mark was there to take care of him, though. Much later I stood with Mark at the front of the line for a 2014 festival screening of Vertov's Man with a Movie Camera, the 1929 Soviet classic. We chatted about some philosophy books we both had read. Three years later, I found myself standing next to him again for another silent screening; this time it was Harry Hoyt's The

It ain't Wuthering Heights, but whatever it is, it sure is something. Liked this a lot more than Fennell's other movies, maybe because I kept grinning while rolling my eyes. That baroque leeches tableau alone justifies this picture. Stoked for the discourse, which will no doubt be Totally Sane and Normal.

Margaret / This viewing: Extended Edition Still love this movie. It's a Great American Novel about many things, but mostly about three things: A mother, a daughter and New York City. Throughout Margaret, private lives and public spaces coalesce while the architecture eavesdrops in a way that reminds me of Hawthorne: "The dell was to be left in solitude among its dark, old trees, which, with their multitudinous tongues, would whisper long of what had passed there, and no mortal be the wiser. And the melancholy brook would add this other tale to the mystery with which its

Lurker Pairing this with The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford would create a fascinating double bill about weaselly fans; what Jesse makes subtext, Lurker makes text... until it turns itself inside out, becoming an ultra-modern spin on the celebrity leech story. Or is it a vampire story?

Is This Thing On? Much better than Maestro, the previous movie directed by Bradley Cooper. partially because it's show-offy in less show-offy ways. Laura Dern is so, so good in this.

Primate "Why doesn't anyone in this movie ever turn on the frickin' lights?," asked the exasperated woman sitting next to me. There are some memorable kills in this horror movie, but after that, it's about as lazy as they come.

Sovereign Extra half star for the Jeff Tweedy song performed over the end credits and for the perfect final shot, which movingly brings together the movie's ideas about fathers, sons and ideological failure. In terms of diagnosing the social diseases, and resulting psychological havoc, that have led to our current political malignancy, this is a good start. Unfortunately, at this grotesque stage, with new and worsening symptoms at every turn, we need much more than a good start. Sovereign may be a movie of the moment, but it already feels behind the times.

As a roller coaster aficionado, let me tell you there's zero chance a ride op would let Kyle Marvin, or any rider, buckle in while holding bags of goldfish. Sure, Marvin ends up delivering one of the year's best bits of physical comedy, but to exist, the joke must first be forced, and that helps explain why, after a brilliant opening 30 minutes, I began to increasingly resist this movie's charms. Too often Splitsville feels like it needs to secure its loose articles; in coaster enthusiast parlance, it's the GP (general public) version of a screwball comedy or a Rohmer scenario. Much of it is w

If I wanted to watch cutscenes, I could have stayed home and fired up the PS5. I'm increasingly impatient with movies that feel more like outlines than movies, with dialogue and themes that are basically presented in bullet-point form. This is like watching fourth graders play with action figures.

Coulda sworn I had previously seen the 1979 version of Caligula, but now that I'm looking, I can't find any record of it. Perhaps over the years my mind began to conflate Fellini's Satyricon with Caligula so that I became convinced I had seen both. Regardless, I'm in no position to say whether this 2023 reconstitution is a major improvement; it's still lurid, unchecked and nakedly ambitious (sorry). But just on a purely sensory level, it's all of a piece. The grandly preposterous set designs erase the line between art and decadence (might we call it Art Deca?), the images are morbidly enthrall

There are many bruising scenes in Christy, but they largely take place outside of the ring, because this sports biopic about trailblazing female boxer Christy Salters (Sydney Sweeney) is actually a domestic abuse drama that charts her relationship with Jim Martin (Ben Foster), her husband and trainer. Unfortunately, the screenplay punches below its weightiness, ticking off the usual boxes within a mechanical framework that contains no surprises. (A better movie would have started rather than ended with the shocking violence that nearly killed Salters; last year's The Fire Inside might be a use

For decades this movie has been a sticking point between me and my brother-in-law (a great friend but not really a movie guy). We saw it together at Milwaukee's Downer Theatre in 2001; I loved it and he loathed it. Each time I rewatch the film, I tell him to give this obvious masterpiece another chance. He politely dry heaves. When it placed fifth in the most recent Sight and Sound Greatest Films list, you can be sure I let him know about it. (And you can be sure he gave me the finger.) Twenty-four years ago I was still writing regular film reviews, and of course In the Mood for Lo

Becoming Led Zeppelin: More music docs should have the confidence--and respect for art--to include footage of full songs being played live, even long, expansive songs, maybe especially long, expansive songs.