The world needs weepies.
Hamnet (2025)
The world needs weepies.
It’s not often you can honestly describe a film as both “exploitative” and “restrained,” but The Perfect Neighbor lives in an unsettling overlap — and gets a lot of its magnetic power from the fact that it pushes past tasteful boundaries in some areas pulls back in others.
Every time a Scandinavian director gets praised for making a film “reminiscent of Ingmar Bergman,” I brace myself for two hours of immaculate misery and a big, chilly lesson about how people are flawed and feelings are difficult.
In 2006, Pitchfork published a review of the album Shine On by Jet with a 0.0 score.
Imagine me trying, through sheer force of will like Tim Robinson in I Think You Should Leave, to push this into “Good” territory.
“The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?”
–W.B. Yeats, “The Second Coming,” 1919
I am clenching my jaw trying to resist making the obvious joke about the runtime.
Paul Thomas Anderson showed up in the mid-’90s as a wunderkind and a walking contradiction
I’m always interested when great directors decide to alienate their audience, and I have to believe that’s the game Luca Guadagnino is playing here.
Although it might be my favorite movie of the year, I almost don’t want to review Twinless. I want every viewer to go in with as little knowledge as possible.