“The film stops in its tracks and forces us to watch a commercial for Liquid Death, which is somehow even more undignified than having to drink out of a can with that stupid heavy metal logo on it after you’ve just paid eleven dollars for water at a concert. If movies are going to make us watch ads I feel morally obligated to mock the product.” – North Shore Movies, 11/13/2025
“A four-seater plane transporting Mitchum to the movie’s Bridgeport location lost its brakes and crashed through a fence into an outhouse. The actor climbed out of the wreck and hitchhiked to set. The panicked production team had just heard news of the crash and were scrambling for details when a scuffed Mitchum sauntered up and asked if anybody had any weed.” – Crooked Marquee, 11/07/2025
“This is kiddie shit. It’s also not particularly well put together, which is surprising because director Dan Trachtenberg did such a terrific job with Prey. Badlands – which despite the title has nothing to do with the Terrence Malick movie or my favorite Springsteen song — is a lot of samey, weightless CGI battles that all take place in a dusky, low-contrast haze.” – North Shore Movies, 11/06/2025
“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
“He writes like he’s jabbing a finger in your chest while he’s telling you a story. That he’s somehow alive, sober and still making films at the age of 73 is a shock to everyone, especially Ferrara himself. Scene is partially a confession, something of an amends and it reads like a late night rant. What else would you expect from a memoir by Abel Ferrara?” – Crooked Marquee, 11/03/2025
“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
“Keaton is incandescent in the film, an instant icon in her wide-brimmed hats and men’s ties. Alvy jokes about her black soap and adult education classes, but we can see Annie is an explorer. The gift of Keaton’s performance – which is even more remarkable given the non-chronological structure – is how she allows us to observe Annie growing into herself.” – Crooked Marquee, 10/24/2025
”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
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