
Frank the Bastard movie rating: red light
Dreary New England noir soap about a woman uncovering family secrets is like a would-be supernatural thriller that forgot the magic and the chills.

Dreary New England noir soap about a woman uncovering family secrets is like a would-be supernatural thriller that forgot the magic and the chills.

Hilarious.

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Women suffer, but their pain is not the point of the story, and their pain is nowhere as important as the pain a man suffers as a result of women’s pain.

Clichéd, obvious, and tired. We’ve seen this story so many times before, but rarely with such a lack of appreciation for just how unheroic its “hero” is.

Though the subjects of the film are men in a male-dominated field, the filmmakers include interviews with female authorities to lend us historical context.

A brilliant, hilarious, exhilarating look at the Gore Vidal v. William F. Buckley paradigm-busting 1968 debates that changed TV journalism for the worse.

Exhibit of playful, experimental architecture, because why not?

The most significant female character here is the male protagonist’s girlfriend, who “appears” only as a voice on the phone in a faraway city.

A leisurely, slightly absurd drive through 20something ennui that is as maddeningly diffuse as its protagonist’s state of mind.