The Hills Have Eyes (review)

A deep-down disturbing and surprisingly poignant riff on abandonment, inhuman isolation, and creepy desolation.

Sorry, Haters (review)

It’s got an edgy, itchy, slightly out-of-skew vibe that perfectly captures the sensation of being off-balance that all New Yorkers have been stumbling through life with since 9/11.

The Libertine (review)

It’s nowhere near as vulgar and shocking as it would like to think it is, but Johnny Depp makes it riveting anyway.

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