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Nikole Beckwith's platonic-romantic comedy Together Together, about a single dad and his surrogate pregnancy, is surprisingly meditative – honing in on social pressures, generational struggles and the inherent loneliness of navigating both.
Quentin Dupieux's Keep An Eye Out is a smart mashing of the worlds of commercial art versus personal art. It's surprisingly straight foward but, in the surreal world of Dupieux, making sense does not always land you where you thought it would.
At a time when giving toxic male personalities a second look may feel almost like a step backwards, Hemingway makes a strong case for trying. Novick and Burns tackle Hemingway's troubled legacy by looking at his life through his wives, working to separate the myth from the decidedly more interesting man.
Finally, a movie that acknowledges how Jewish mysticism can freak people out just as well as any ol’ Christian folk horror. L’chaim!
Matthew Rankin’s The Twentieth Century is like if Guy Madden and Ken Russell discovered a portal to the 1920s while playing playing laser tag against Monty Python’s animations. You know, your run of the mill biopic on a moderate Canadian politician.
Horror sci-fi Synchronic focuses on drug addiction, sudden death, the harsh realities of the past, and unintentional time travel. While you wish it scratched past the surface a bit more than it does, it’s still one of the better sci-fi offerings we’ve had in the last few years.
Finally a college movie for the rest of us! I’m talking about those of us who spent their so-called “best years” mostly talking on the phone with their parents, eating take-out in their rooms and crying in the shower. Perhaps if I had had Shithouse I wouldn’t have felt so alone.
The Cinema of Ettore Scola is an essential addition for the shelves of those who have wondered what contextual nuances they might have been missing out on, or anyone who has wanted to dip their toes into the wonderful world of Italian political satire.
Ruthlessly bloody, indulgent and like watching Lars Von Trier primp in the mirror for two-and-a-half hours, The House That Jack Built is surprisingly watchable. A little insufferable, big time pretentious, but darkly funny and strangely digestible.
Between women still being inundated with toxic ideals and Chelsea Peretti’s trademark style of acting, Spinster becomes a lovely and funny movie about how much better we can be when we stop trying to be better for others.
