Collaborating with Baltimore-based Center Stage in My America, director Hal Hartley directs a series of monologues and performances attempting to crack a specif...

For fifty minutes—minus one crazy hand-to-hand combat fight on top of a fallen metal gate suspended over two adjacent buildings' fire escapes in midair—writer/d...

Described in equal measure as a slasher horror and psychological meditation on the soul—whether from demonic possession, reincarnation, or both—Taiwan's entry f...

Heatstroke, in large part, feels like a very long chase film during its opening. Set in South Africa, it has several bright spots including a first act that inv...

Enduring and funny, Premature, much like last year’s The To Do List, is a useful entry into that time test genre of the summer teen sex comedy. It’s a shame now...

What opens as a slick, promising police procedural quickly jumps off the rails following an awfully efficient first act in Deliver Us From Evil. At around the h...

I like Melissa McCarthy and her trademarked hard-edged, scumbag persona in films. She's often the best part of things that don't work (Identity Thief) and those...