A horrifyingly visceral retelling of the 1992 LA riots in the wake of the Rodney King trial—no narration, no talking heads, just raw period footage and remarkably nimble, assured editing. So much of this story was new to me, however persistent echoes of it are 25 years later.

I have zero interest in vampires, and I've probably seen enough mockumentaries to last me a lifetime, and yet!

Me, for the first 5-10 minutes: This is sort of familiar and lightweight.
Me, for the rest of the movie: This is wonderful, and shut up there's just something in my eye. In both of my eyes.

I knew I was disappointed that I would never see LCD Soundsystem live, but now I'm fucking devastated.