Belongs in the dreaded Great Poster/Terrible Movie realm. Looks like a cheap CSI episode. From now on I’ll remember to only watch Shane Carruth films that he also directs.
These pre-L.A. Confidential Curtis Hanson films are gems. The Hand That Rocks The Cradle is legitimately fantastic, and he follows it up with this equally exciting raft-based thriller. Sounds dumb, but it’s far from it. There’s not much to say other than you’ve got consummate pros like Streep and Bacon killing it, a bunch of clever setpieces with smart, resourceful characters, and the clear tangibility of the actors actually interacting with the water and their surroundings. There’s also some seriously good dog acting. I wish films like this - movie stars in a standalone thriller directed by someone with a clear vision - still existed.
The Rolling Stone quote on the poster claims it's "the most intimate rock doc ever." They're probably right. If I had to describe Cobain: Montage Of Heck in one word, I'd say - heartbreaking. Whether you're a fan of Nirvana or not is pretty much irrelevant, because this isn't about the band or Kurt's career, it's about him as a person. A man with a troubled soul that couldn't get out of his own head, who didn't want to be…
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The manifestation of sexual repression up close. Real close. This is probably my favourite Haneke film as of right now. Just a scary, brutal, unflinching look inside the mind when it's hunting for pleasure above all else.
Piano teacher Erika, in her forties, still lives with her overbearing mother who we see tear up any of Erika's clothes that she considers too revealing or "gaudy" as she puts it. Erika is constantly focused on her teaching, pushing her students to…