
Frequencies (aka OXV: The Manual) movie review: do you feel me?
A film to warm the cockles of your geeky heart, an incredibly ambitious and profoundly provocative sci-fi drama about ideas that require no FX to sell them.

A film to warm the cockles of your geeky heart, an incredibly ambitious and profoundly provocative sci-fi drama about ideas that require no FX to sell them.

Ciarán Hinds engages in some pointlessly dour Irish brooding at the beach.

Cage finally gets away from his shouty, cartoony madmen, but it’s hard to shake the sense that this was laboriously constructed around him as a showcase.

Suffers badly by comparison with the cogent, witty Avengers flicks. This feels like a campy Saturday-morning cartoon left over from the 1970s.

No, it’s not wildly different than other science fiction, hero’s journey, and adventure movies. Sometimes we call such stories archetypal. Mythic, even.

Deceptively simple and deeply cutting. A remarkable little film, a marvel of American indie filmmaking and of stories typically overlooked.

A gentle high-school drama about how little courage it actually takes to break through adolescent panicky silence and embrace everyone’s differences.

Could be the most realistic depiction of the horribleness and the ineffectiveness of institutional incarceration that I’ve ever seen.
A salacious yet also tedious portrayal of a woman who would appear to confirm all the nastiest stereotypes about women.

A blend of documentary and memoir that’s like a dream and a nightmare, though it’s more commendable than actually engaging.