
Happy Christmas movie review: can’t choose your family
Compulsively watchable. Joe Swanberg is a master of subtle dramatic observation, and his films are unlike anything other filmmakers are giving us right now.

Compulsively watchable. Joe Swanberg is a master of subtle dramatic observation, and his films are unlike anything other filmmakers are giving us right now.

Doubles down on the first film’s angry approach to inequality and violence, and again reflects an image of America that is ugly but only slightly distorted.

An extraordinary examination of a remarkable photographer, part portrait unraveled by meticulous detective work, part sharp criticism of the hidebound art establishment.

A meditative contemplation of the boredom of overprivileged, under-aspiring, shallow, spoiled kids. As you’ve been dying to see.

Dumb, pointless, unentertaining crap. But at least it’s about women. Yay? Nah.

An absolute delight, even better than the first film; a gorgeously animated ode to sticking to your principles in the face of ultimate adversity.

Compassionate, humane, and deeply touching interconnected stories about teenage asylum seekers in the UK.

Deeply unnerving, yet it borders on a salacious exploitation of the everyday horrors it means to condemn.

Yes, it’s a teenaged girl’s romantic fantasy. And some of it might be in a secret code for young women. Imagine that.

The subtle veil of horror draped over things we take for granted as good and wonderful aspects of humanity is deeply unsettling…