
The German Doctor (aka Wakolda) movie review: don’t mention the war
The subtle veil of horror draped over things we take for granted as good and wonderful aspects of humanity is deeply unsettling…

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

A whole lotta violent bigoted men discussing women’s lives as if they merit any say in the matter.

There’s delicious movie-movie elegance in the exotic locales and the period dress, but not much tension to be found in the murderous misadventures on offer.

If O. Henry and Edgar Allan Poe collaborated on a love story, it might look something like this juicy bit of ironic gothic romance.

Preposterous and charmless, this heist flick purports to be based on a true story and hopes to invoke a Robin Hood vibe, but I’m not buying any of it.

A riveting Southern gothic revenge thriller that seems to be over in the first 20 minutes, and then finds horrific new places to take you.

Kelly Reichardt cements her reputation as one of the most provocative American indie filmmakers with this quiet, tense thriller of morality and motive.

A teeth-grindingly, blood-boilingly infuriating cinematic trial that’s like an art school film project gone horribly awry.

The few outright scares are curiously circumspect, but the old-fashioned Hammer Horror atmosphere is appealingly spooky.

Scarlett Johansson is an alien serial killer who sexes men to death in a misogynist fanboy wet dream that also fails to satisfy as science fiction.