Under its cloak of slasherdom and horror, Jane Schoenbrun’s latest is, in a way, perhaps just a euphoric, queer romantic comedy.

What, in this age of isolation and the male loneliness epidemic, are all the sad young men up to?

Can a revelation from the past be decisive enough to doom a relationship?

A basketball game, a terrorist siege, and quicksand escapades are part of the colorful set of adventures during its brisk runtime of under two hours.

The humorous tale of the men behind the world’s first smartphone and its trajectory from breathtaking to cataclysmic.

Ana Lily Amirpour has given us is a valentine to the downtrodden. It’s like a Tom Waits tune covered by Duran Duran, and a delight.

An act of kindness gets a good Samaritan chained naked to the wall in a pigsty.