The curiously celibate romantic action comedies of Edgar Wright and Peter Bogdanovich, the rhyming wordplay of Quentin Tarantino and Wes Anderson...they all owe their existence to screwballs.
Most claims to artistic ownership of a film boil down to marketing plots and ego trips. In other words, they’re total bullshit.
A film released in January is as likely to receive critical acclaim, box office success, or your own stamp of approval as a guy with a knife is to win a gunfight. Luckily, the Brattle is serving up the antidote to this month’s smorgasbord of sure-fire shit with a selection of 2014’s best.