At times, co-directors Cattet and Forzani seem to disregard narrative altogether, but they never abandon the effort to make your pupils dilate, skin crawl, or nipples harden.
The Zero Theorem desperately wants to have something to say, but the mediation on nothingness it promises would have been more interesting than the exercise in repetition it delivers.
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Emerging artists tell new stories of the African diaspora
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William Friedkin’s last film is a horrific experience built from innumerable disgraces of the human flesh, verbal and physical. It’s also really fucking funny.
"Coolidge Corner Theatre is a special place to me, as my dad took my mom on dates there before I was born. Who knows, Coolidge could be responsible for my birth?"
Watching the dude from the Mac commercials in a wheelchair is hilarious.
Jenny Slate's Obvious Child is the abortion narrative cinema has been lacking