Cement Suitcase (Castañeda, 2013)
A bit too much happens in Cement Suitcase for me to toss it on the Mumblecore heap.
Endless Love is a bad movie, and, yeah, I pretty much liked it.
The 904: Shadow of the Sunshine State is a documentary about Jacksonville, which has the highest rate of violent crime of any city in Florida.
The Monuments Men is perhaps only a failure in comparison to its unrealized potential. The whole way home I kept thinking, "But it's such a great idea for a movie."
Films about Israeli-Palestinian conflicts, while not exactly a dime a dozen in the United States, are enough of a staple of world cinema that upon hearing of a new one the first question is usually not "is it good?" but "does it distinguish itself?"
My problems with God's Not Dead are almost all ones of execution, not concept.
The Truth About Emanuel is one of those films that reveals its twist about a third of the way through. In most such films, this act is a signal that the film isn't really about the twist.
I happened to see Enough Said the day after screening Inside Llewyn Davis. Both films featured caustic--some might say cruel--women verbally abusing the men they once partnered.
While I never quite felt like I was watching a snuff film, I could also never shake the suspicion that I might soon be.
This movie isn't that bad. The acting is, but the plot isn't.