The Death of Stalin
By Paul Weissman March 9, 2018
Armando Iannucci has moved from farce to the blackest of comedies and succeeds brilliantly.
Armando Iannucci has moved from farce to the blackest of comedies and succeeds brilliantly.
Hell is other people, and a hell of a lot of wicked fun.
Beware of comrade teacher, though she looks harmless enough with her kewpie-doll perm and brown button eyes. But there’s no confidence she won’t betray, no boundary she’ll respect.
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.
Director Yorgos Lanthimos’s blackly comic satire—a discombobulating rush of inventiveness and imagination that doesn’t let up.
Director Ben Wheatley adapts J.G. Ballard’s dystopian and predictive novel into a strikingly stylish film, heightening the tone of the book and its excesses.
A rollicking farce about the production of a New Year’s Eve television special—in mid-October, nonetheless—that must go on no matter what the human cost.
This is a sly, well-made little horror/comedy that puts a unique spin on the demonic possession genre while providing just enough chills and laughs along the way.