Romanian director Cristian Mungiu skillfully genre-hops, with forays into kitchen-sink drama, morality play, and even psychological thriller.
The Sun King is going down. The monarch’s eyes, baleful, shrewd and world-weary all at once, take in the royal court’s intrigue around his approaching death.
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,