Ryan McQuade

While not his finest film of his career (or even this year, that would be Chime), Kurosawa continues to prove himself as a vital contemporary master of the craft that explores the essential fabric of his past and present in order to understand the future that is coming.

A Man of His Time is a pretty standard bio-pic that is elevated by Arlaud’s excellent, subtle performance as the director’s past relative.

Seydoux and Schneider, fine actors within the own right, are completely wasted, and are window dressing for one of the ineptest films made of the decade so far, that also borderlines on offensive as it wastes not only these actor’s talents, but the time of the audience watching them go through the motions for Harari’s satisfaction. As a film critic, I’ve never once walked out of a screening in my life, but The Unknown almost became that first title for me to do so as it became as pointless of an exercise I’ve seen in recent memory.

Fjord takes the idea of “it takes a village to raise a child” and transforms it into a gripping, upsetting, brilliant examination of the confrontational times we live in.

It’s an auteur-driven snoozer that showcases inconsistency across the board, and demands someone take a second pass on Gray’s screenplays moving forward.

With Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma, Jane Schoenbrun has fully formed into a definitive voice of their generation, one that perfectly blends their personality with an expert blend of humor, melancholy, and exhilaration.