
Electro Chaabi review (London Film Festival)
An inexcusably blinkered documentary look at a modern youth movement in Cairo that utterly ignores how it cuts girls and women out of its quest for freedom.

An inexcusably blinkered documentary look at a modern youth movement in Cairo that utterly ignores how it cuts girls and women out of its quest for freedom.

In a rote cat-and-mouse cop-and-serial-killer story, Vanessa Hudgens’ “victim” is far more compelling than either cop Nicolas Cage or killer John Cusack.

A familiar story of sinister creature frights and psychological horror gets a little boost from a gloomy mood of urban decay and isolation.

Mashes a heightened sense of the absurd rather awkwardly up against arty pastoral, and the mock-seriousness of the endeavor comes across as unpleasantly snide.

Elegantly atmospheric indie horror drama plumbs typically unseen depths of children’s coping mechanisms in the face of terrible real-life experience.

Austenland, allow me to tell you how ardently I loathe and despise you.

Dull and perfunctory, this is a crime thriller that sets itself up as a revenge story but can’t manage to drum up any excitement or suspense, and precious little revenge, either.

Touched by dry humor and elegant action, this is a marvelous blend of classic detective noir and modern Outback Western.

If this isn’t a deliberate parody of furiously solemn, self-conscious artistic pretension, it’s an accidental one.

A small-scale science-fiction horror story full of big, troubling ideas about what a new Dark Ages might look like.