Michelle Pfeiffer dominates Azazel Jacobs’ dry comedy about a formerly wealthy widow who travels to Paris for one last hurrah.
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Yulene Olaizola presents a nightmarish thriller based on Central American folklore, but its opaqueness makes it hard to truly grasp.
The extremely slow pacing of Tsai Ming-liang’s study in loneliness pays off with subtle tenderness.
Philippe Lacôte directs a unique film about a young man who’s forced to tell stories to save his own life.
Sam Pollard’s latest documentary is a dense look at Martin Luther King Jr. and the Hoover administration’s attempts to silence him.
True to its name, Song Fang’s low-key drama will soothe your nerves, but not much else.
The late filmmaker’s final project was hosting a warm & fascinating look at her extraordinary seven decade career.
Pedro Costa’s minimalist, based on real events drama is short on plot and long on the relentless weight of living.
Romania’s Corneliu Pourumbiou bogs down excellent production design in droopy, exposition-heavy noir trappings.
Brazil’s bloody modern Western is occasionally baffling, but never boring.
Nadav Lapid’s latest film loads its narrative with impactful stories about masculinity, language, and nationality.
Pedro Almodóvar graces us with a shaggy but rewarding portrait of a middle-aged director wrestling with his demons, with an arresting turn by Banderas.
Martin Scorsese returns with another long, sumptuous opus, whose crackling performances and scintillating script are held up by some wonky de-aging tech and a leaden runtime.