By Beatrice Loayza | February 13, 2020

So clouded is she by the metrics of corporate progress and ladder-climbing that basic human feelings come to sound like advertising jargon. By this logic, human lives themselves lose significance, allowing cruelty to go unchecked under the guise of economic efficiency.

By Violet Lucca | February 12, 2020

Lancaster is the type of deeply flawed, selfish man with too much power who led the latter half of the 20th century astray, and remains at the top well into the 21st. He is the past, our horrible present, and even worse, the future: a time-traveler of the most diabolical variety.

By Devika Girish | February 11, 2020

Her fourth feature contends with colonialism at the level of the text, dramatizing the very origins of the malaise the infects the contemporary milieus of her previous features.

By Chloe Lizotte | February 7, 2020

Carax envisions life as an endless state of unpredictable flux. We can’t help but transform depending on who we’re with and which spaces we enter, on-screen or off-. Taking escapism to its limit, it’s impossible to reconcile the “real” self with the “role.”

By Farihah Zaman | February 6, 2020

Cameraperson neither goes out of its way to remove traces of the maker nor takes her as subject exactly, but acknowledges the idea that the camera is an extension of a particular human being, and that the images before us are indelibly imbued with her perspective and presence.

By Clara Miranda Scherffig | February 5, 2020

We know these kinds of cinematic images, because they’re usually used as fillers—the musical entr'acte, the pause between two actions—but in Boyhood they channel both Mason’s unique experience and the film’s greater ambition of recording (a) lifetime.

By Susannah Gruder | February 4, 2020

The revolt that Alma initiates can be read as Anderson’s response to cinematic texts like Rebecca and Vertigo—what might have transpired if Madeleine hadn’t let Scottie use clothing as a weapon to exert control. Phantom Thread is what happens when the mannequin comes to life.

By Shonni Enelow | February 3, 2020

The more completely you excavate the personal, the more impersonal it becomes. This is because the technical skill required to represent interiority with such a fine grain is fundamentally exterior.

By Emma Piper-Burket | January 31, 2020

Jenkins, who often cites his early influences in the films of Claire Denis, Wong Kar-wai, Hou Hsiao-hsien, and Lucrecia Martel, builds the narrative not through plot points, but through a pervasive dance between feelings of pressure and release.

By Ela Bittencourt | January 31, 2020

More than an exercise in how to evade censorship, This Is Not a Film is also a film essay, of sorts. It interrogates the essence of cinema, and poignantly shows how a film experience transcends its purely technical means.

By Keith Uhlich | January 30, 2020

Did and didn’t. The truth hides somewhere in that collision of being and non-being, always just out of reach. She is Miller's muse, and She isn't his muse. The revelation is a deception is a revelation is a deception, ad infinitum.

By Leo Goldsmith | January 29, 2020

This instability of place seems oddly appropriate for an artist who has been, in the decades of the new century, as seemingly adrift as the medium itself.

By Chris Wisniewski | January 28, 2020

As the film draws to its conclusion, a fair-haired woman named Carol looks towards the camera in a medium close up and musters the strength and self-possession to say the words, “I love you.” Remarkably, this accurately describes the two finest films by Todd Haynes.

By Kelley Dong | January 27, 2020

The genre of the film, so to speak, is not naturalism but an imitation thereof. Strung together by conversations without cadence, and shot with an unbridled camera, the film is made up of small scenes, each spilling into the next.

By Eric Hynes | January 24, 2020

Watching the film just six years after its late 2013 release already feels like putting on a favorite record that time has sharpened and warped, as time and folk records are designed to do. It was never new and it never gets old.

By Julien Allen | January 23, 2020

Ozu used to say, “It is the films that watch us.” For Kiarostami, the work and its audience are one and the same: the artist expresses a vision and the audience captures and—by its plurality—multiplies it.

By Jordan Cronk | January 22, 2020

It is the rare film openly built on the legacy of its forebears that has gone on to influence a wide variety of European art-house cinema.

By Lawrence Garcia | January 21, 2020

Appropriately enough given the wending paths of its volatile teenage heroine, the film occupies a state of arrested transformation, as if on the cusp of an epiphany that never quite arrives.

By Michael Koresky, Jeff Reichert | January 21, 2020

No matter how much things change, movie love remains; it is always regenerating, refreshing, being passed down to new lovers.