As far as I know Hollywood is still there and still magnetic, moth-drawing, Schwab Drugstore actress-discovering, mythmaking magic.
Nocturama: a film by Bertrand Bonello
Nocturama, the provocative new film by Bertrand Bonello, opens with a handful of young Parisians performing wordless and labyrinthian maneuvers through the city’s Metro. They dump phones into wastebaskets, bear mysterious packages, and give each other silent, intimate looks.
Beach Rats: A film by Eliza Hittman
If character is destiny, there might be little hope for Frankie. Repression only goes so far.
Marjorie Prime: a film by Michael Almereyda
n the near future, technology allows the creation of primes, fully interactive holograms designed to resemble once-living people.
Wind River: A Film by Taylor Sheridan
You’d think the Western was played out. That after Peckinpah’s wild bunch had shot its way through a line of temperance marchers, Jodorowsky had treated us to his gunslinger-and-naked-kid acid trip of El Topo, and we’d watched Charles Bronson’s and Jill Ireland’s three hour love story in the comedy Western From Noon Till Three there’d be nothing left. Nope. The Western is the zombie-genre of American film. Just when you think it’s dead it heaves back to life.