The great beauty behind the blah blah blah.

Mirrors of a double life.

Old money burns the saltiest.

Love, depravity, and humanity.

Visual spectacle of a generation.

Revenge can be chillingly beautiful.

Communism always did look attractive…

Just imagine all the gems Scorsese makes after hours…

Never mess with a man’s brother.

Italian cinema has the sprezzatura!

Varsity rowing giving me Whiplash.

A psychic tire…that kills people…

No flip phones for this bank heist.

Everyone has a favorite Christmas movie!

Getting lost in David Bowie’s cinematic magic!

Waspy American crashes local pool party.

Las Vegas on LSD.

Art punk has a name, and it’s Lynch.

Sounds of generational trauma.

Enter the out of body experience.

Inside the Russian psyche.

Ordinary family, timeless story. 

Reflections of an artisté creative block.

It’s Christmas every day in Orwell’s surreal nightmare.

No island can stop the pursuit of freedom.

Even angels desire human connection.

When racial tensions are left unchecked.

What would you do if it might be your final 2 hours?

Is it better to suffer injustice than do it?

Microphones are a conspiracist’s best friend.

Come and become traumatized. 

How it feels to lose your mind.

Realities of a broken education system.

Recounting the flaws of human bias.

Don’t forget to love.

Real warfare isn’t as sexy as we imagined.

Popular actors in an unpopular war.

Beauty in the mundane.

The splash before the French New Wave.

You could be convinced Willem Dafoe is a descendent of Van Gogh.

Found footage and zombies are a match made in hell.

Bring phone booths back again.

An overly long film befitting of its title.

Nothing quite pulls you in like disaster in space.

A glimpse of what visual storytelling is all about.

Claustrophobic immersion.

A perfect showcase of moral ambiguity and bias.

The search for meaning is always the most poetic.

A boring film, but a showcase of Oscar Isaacs ability.