The great thing about animals—and this is corny and unoriginal—is their
unconditional love. A scratch behind the ear, steady food and trips to
the park go a long way for a dog, just as a comfy sofa arm goes a long
way for a cat.
Forget what you’ve heard or read about Samsara. Non-narrative,
dialogue-free, whatever. It is a completely immersive film
experience—fascinating from the moment its first images appear on screen
until the credits roll.
It’s hard to find a movie that’s more thoughtful, better acted or more unique than Robot and Frank. Simply put, it’s one of the best movies of the year, and one of the best science fiction films of all time.
With a sixth place debut and only six million dollars against a
50-million dollar budget (pretty low for a 3D actioner), it’s safe to
say that this film has officially bombed. Which is incredibly
depressing. So, in the few days this film has left, I implore you: go
see Dredd 3D.
In independent filmmaking there’s a comforting near-truth: Good
independent films are more likely to see release than bad independent
films. Indie pictures don’t have gargantuan marketing budgets to cover a
movie’s mediocrity—or outright badness—with advertising blitzes,
marketing campaigns and viral videos.
The one thing worse than a movie that’s so totally rah-rah about its subject is to put the audience in a position to care about its subject and then to, rather ruthlessly, kill its subject. Or in the case of End of Watch, half its subjects.