The process of mourning, too, is messy and discordant, and "Southcliffe" attempts to tackle, less surefootedly, the ways in which grief can be suppressed or express itself in uncomfortable ways, how it can redirect itself toward others in the same way that despair can.

"A Spell to Ward Off the Darkness"

To some extent, the movie is hurt by being forced into a linear structure it implicitly rejects.

"Starred Up"

Pushing beyond the brutal exterior of his material, Mackenzie reveals the tender story of estrangement beneath, but never forces the sentimentality.

"Story of My Death"

Intentionally obtuse in its closing scenes, the movie doesn't quite manage to pull off the comeuppance promised by the initial semblance of an eerie presence in the finale.

"The Strange Colour of Your Body's Tears"

A loud, visually assaultive assemblage of genre tropes as technically accomplished as it is difficult to watch, "The Strange Color of Your Body's Tears" has plenty to impress while simultaneously offering so little.


"Supermensch: The Legend of Shep Gordon," the directorial debut of Mike Myers, is a vaudeville celebrity remembrance of mega-manager Shep Gordon by stars who might have starved without Gordon’s help. 


 It takes a special talent to turn the romantic lyricism of Zola and turn it into chick-lit.

Experientially, "Tim's Vermeer" is surface deep; no great work of cinematic showmanship about the creative process a la Orson Welles' seminal diary film "F for Fake," it nevertheless teases out an provocative dialogue about the nature of creativity and the tenuous distinction between inventors and artists.

While "Tracks" certainly does justice to the splendor of the surroundings, it never manages to justify the expansion of the material into a feature. 

A totally wacky head-trip with midnight movie sensibilities and a daring avant garde spirit, Glazer's movie is ultimately too aimlessly weird to make its trippy narrative fully satisfying, but owes much to Johansson's intense commitment to a strangely erotic and unnerving performance unlike anything she has done before. 

A depressing epilogue to the Bush years, "The Unknown Known" lacks enough empirical weight to elaborate much on a story now widely understood.

Not classifiable as any kind of documentary, "Visitors" instead functions as pure lyrical document, not just a record of existence but what it means to experience it. 

"When Evening Falls on Bucharest or Metabolism"

Yet for those unfamiliar with contemporary Romanian cinema, "Metabolism" is a hardcore immersion into distinctly innovative storytelling.

"The Wind Rises"

It's hard to believe the brilliant 72-year-old visionary could run out of ideas, but just as easy to see how Miyazaki may have entered a more reflective stage of his career less tied to the otherworldly stories that populate his movies than the struggles of his own life.