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The ironically titled *The Good Girl* asks us to consider the question: What makes a girl ‘good’? Is it behaving like the traditional selfless and demure lady, always making sure everyone else around you is happy (even if they make you miserable) and putting your own needs and desires last? Or is it okay to be a little selfish, to take a reckless chance on life, to look out for one’s own happiness for a change?

The title is surely meant to evoke the infamous tagline for The Usual Suspects, and the film plays like warmed-over Tarantino by way of wannabe Elmore Leonard. That said, Cletis is not without his own charms. Writer/director Chris Ver Wiel spins a slight tale out of the plight of an escaped con (Christian Slater: 3000 … more…

Legendary directory Claude Chabrol’s latest is a perverse little truffle, dainty psychological terror on the outside with a creamy filling of familial jealousy and unrepentant domestic psychopathy. Two Swiss families, the Pollets and the Polonskis, joined by a brief and nearly forgotten incident 20 years earlier, find themselves suddenly intertwined again, which is the spark … more…

If there’s a single fatal flaw common to many indies produced on minuscule budgets, it’s that no matter the talent and innovation of writers and directors, nonprofessional actors often aren’t able to do their material justice. But the most extraordinary thing about Group is the wholly believable and heart-wrenching depths of despair reached by the … more…

Jean Cocteau’s classic 1946 fantasy is back in a stunning restored print, complete with a new digital soundtrack, that deserves to be seen by every fan of beautiful film — a chance to drink in the gorgeous, silvery black-and-white cinematography is reason enough not to miss this. The clear and direct inspiration for Disney’s 1991 … more…

I suspect it’s brilliant, though, partly because if I myself find anything worth worshipping, it’s the creative genius of people like M. Night Shyamalan, at whose feet I am not worthy to grovel.

There’s a big corner office in Hell in which Satan is throwing up his hands in surrender, is firing his R&D people, and has decided he will just screen *The Master of Disguise* 24/7.

Personality is what’s really missing in *I Am Trying* — frontman Jeff Tweedy is, like many creative people, introspective and tight-lipped about himself, which keeps the level of onscreen excitement to a bare minimum — while *24 Hour Party People* exudes a veritable surfeit of such. There’s nothing quite as amusing as watching the rise and fall of an arrogant prick whose both delusional and visionary, and that’s what *Party People* is all about.

I want to make a lame joke that ends with Does a bear crap in the woods?, but all the bear crap is up on the screen.