Wicked Little Letters
The novelty of a movie aimed at a typical anglophile audience with uptight British people swearing and reading vulgar words eventually wears thin.
The novelty of a movie aimed at a typical anglophile audience with uptight British people swearing and reading vulgar words eventually wears thin.
The fashion designer’s insidious, anti-Semitic comments overrides the runway footage and the fawning heaps of praise from luminaries.
Kimi Takesue’s entrancingly framed image-based documentary follows swarms of tourists in Laos.
A buoyant parable that manages to portray messy, complicated matters like democracy in a deft, light-to-the-touch, yet complex manner.
At first, the film conjures Harmony Korine’s Spring Breakers as it revels in the shallow inanity of carousing drunk teens. But wait for its second half.
The elegant framing, the long takes, and the eclectic soundscapes almost induce a trancelike state.
Though the movie feels patterned after other survivalist sagas, its depiction of climate change is chilling and realistically captured.