Shane Carruth's latest film is magnificently twisted, superbly genre-subversive and engaging on a mental level in a refreshing, stimulating manner. Each frame, evidently crafted with the utmost care, is as beautiful and gorgeous (if unconventionally so) as some movies can muster throughout their entire runtime. The opaque narrative eschews any simple explanation, and the recurring templates that colour the film - its soundtrack, certain images and feelings, even the barest of editing techniques easy to overlook but meticulously executed -…
Algerian refugee teaches distraught kids in the wake of their former teacher's suicide. You could be forgiven for mistaking it for a Dardennes' brothers project, though thankfully its subtle humour and family-friendly approach to dark subject matter is less ingratiating than admirable.
Having just sat through what is almost certainly one of the most disgusting films ever made, and arguing with one person defending it, I have mulled over The Human Centipede II (Full Sequence) for much longer than it deserves. My conclusion is very simple: it is a gigantic, messy gore wank.
About as delightful as having a chunk of dry shit stuck to the hairs on the crack of your ass, this film is an inexorable 91-minute slog through some…
Harmony Korine's Trash Humpers was a difficult film to watch and is proving all the more difficult to write about. Its protagonists are disfigured men and women who stagger around blindly engaging in various acts of mindless depravity, spouting poetic dribble, singing unsettling nursery rhymes and shouting arrhythmic phrases such as "MAKE IT MAKE IT DON'T FAKE IT" and "GO TO SLEEP! YOU GO TO SLEEP!" They cycle around dragging doll torsos behind them, and forcefeed their friends pancakes soaked…