James L. Brooks’s new film feels like it was written by an extraterrestrial being who has consumed too much media from the 1990s and 2000s and attempts to re-create how the human species behaves.

An earnest, though innocuous, feel-good movie for the armchair traveler.

People behaving nice and helpful to one another, despite chaos, seems novel these days, perhaps even groundbreaking.

If you are a fan of gritty 1990s indie film and have a taste for screwball comedy and eccentric Coen-esque characters, then Bunny is for you.

Director Mary Bronstein bravely and imaginatively confronts head-on issues that many films would shy away from.

The script is consistently funny and astutely written, where sorrow often collides with humor.

Essentially a portrait of male insecurity, with two men clueless about how to handle the women in their lives.

For a film about someone stuck and slowly coming to terms with trauma, it’s surprisingly spirited.

Much of this coming-of-ager is so convincingly awkward that I kept needing to hide my face in embarrassment.