“Another not-for-the-timid exploration of mad love and mental illness from Lynne Ramsay, a filmmaker whose movies tend to feel like fugue states. Die My Love is somewhat misleadingly being sold as an issue drama about postpartum depression, but it’s really more of a morbid comedy about how everyday life is enough to drive anybody insane.” – WBUR’s Arts & Culture, 11/06/2025

“It’s a film full of heavy breathing and plunging necklines. Forget Chekov’s gun, Hedda wears the key to her father’s whole gun cabinet around her neck – the shiny metal dangling between her bosoms for maximum foreshadowing. When Løvborg pulls the trigger, my viewing on Prime Video was interrupted by a commercial for UberEats. Ibsen would have loved that.” – North Shore Movies, 11/03/2025

“Linklater turns the unorthodox production of Breathless into one of his ramshackle hangout comedies like Dazed And Confused or Everybody Wants Some!!, except with cinephiles instead of stoners and jocks. Aubry Dullin’s laid-back, up-for-anything boxer-turned-actor Jean-Paul Belmondo could have strolled out of either of those party pictures.” – WBUR’s Arts & Culture, 10/31/2025

“Blue Moon is basically a movie about pretending to be happy at your ex’s wedding. Ethan Hawke’s tour-de-force performance runs an extraordinary gamut of emotions from pettiness to horniness to heartbreak, spitting catty quips and spinning long-winded stories like he’s afraid that if he stops talking for a second everyone will realize how sad he is.” – WBUR’s Arts & Culture, 10/31/2025

”Lanthimos lingers on the squalor, leering at the ugly haircuts and bad food in irritatingly asymmetrical compositions. But as always, he’s wallowing from a safe distance, making another movie in which the human race is put on trial and found wanting. I never feel like he considers himself part of the problem. His films don’t hurt because he doesn’t have any skin in the game.” – North Shore Movies, 10/24/2025

“Reichardt has been teaching film at Bard College since 2006, and her bone dry dismantling of macho heist picture fantasies got me and a friend imagining an instructor who’s had it up to here with the crime drama fixations of her young male students. Without knowing for sure, I’d be willing to guess that Kelly Reichardt has some pretty strong feelings about the movie Heat.” – North Shore Movies, 10/24/2025

“As enervating a movie experience as you’ll have this year. Cartoonishly reductive and crassly fictionalized in the manner of most formula Hollywood biopics, yet stubbornly absent any of the genre’s cheeseball satisfactions. It wears its joylessness as a point of pride, drowning in a dour self-importance that reflects poorly on both the filmmakers and their subject.” – WBUR’s Arts & Culture, 10/23/2025

“Del Toro has always had more affinity for his monsters than men, and Elordi’s tender creature is so much more interesting than Isaac’s off-putting, one-note doctor that the movie doesn’t come alive until he does, which is unfortunately over an hour into the 149-minute feature. Frankenstein is as visually extravagant as it is dramatically undercooked.” – WBUR’s Arts & Culture, 10/21/2025

“Luca Guadagnino’s entertainingly trashy provocation pushes the audience’s buttons with fat, clumsy thumbs, tackling issues of race, elitism, power dynamics and consent without having anything substantive or even coherent to say about any of them. Still, there’s a naughty, irresponsible swagger to the picture that’s undeniably fun to watch.” – WBUR’s Arts & Culture, 10/15/2025

“Every scene in director Mary Bronstein’s sophomore effort is a mini-anxiety attack, rattling in extreme closeups on star Rose Byrne while a cacophonous world roars at and around her, shrieking reminders of her shortcomings as a mother and a human being. If I Had Legs I’d Kick You would probably be unwatchable if it weren’t so horrifically funny.” – WBUR’s Arts & Culture, 10/15/2025