A clammy, lugubrious ghost story that churns up ideas, plots, and motivations aplenty, and then refuses to even deliver a good scare.
Fancy the sight of two women in a bloody punchfest, a battle royal that makes Fight Club look like a warm-up at a Arthur Murray Dance Center?
The annual New York festival of French film presents some fine movies this year in a program of high quality overall—women directors especially display a great range of talent here.
Amber Fares’s documentary follows the Middle East’s first all-female car racing team as its members win races, feud among themselves, and cope with narrow provincial life.
Exploring other worlds, this film inhabits a Terry Gilliam or Michel Gondry zone with a wide-open heart and a supple spring in its step.
Isabelle Huppert delivers a gimlet-eyed, ferociously single-minded performance as yet another tense, driven character.
Julie Dash’s layered, poetic, and timeless film garnered lavish praise when it came out in 1991. It has now been rereleased on its 25th anniversary,
Lian (Chinese megastar Fan Bingbing) is a woman on a mission, but she's neither Norma Rae nor Mother Courage.
With every shot a saturated, gorgeous explosion of kitsch perfection, this elaborate send-up of 1960s and ’70s occult sexploitation films boils and toils over a bubblin’ cauldron of sheer spectacle.