The very first scenes of Burning seem to set the course for a conventional love story, only to pull the rug from under our feet afterwards.
You owe it to yourself to see Short Term 12. The world gains empathy and understanding every time someone watches it for the first time. It is that rare perfect film –perfect just the way it is– that looks at people with piercing clarity and boundless compassion at the same time.
What a delight, what a rare privilege, to see a work of art so full to the brim with talent. This is a movie that knows how to find the cosmic in the commonplace, the monumental in the smallest interactions. It is a tragedy, but it is also, simply, life.
Hereditary will methodically target your deepest insecurities, your most primal fears, undermine whatever defenses you’ve built around them, and then ravage them with chilling ruthlessness.
I wasn’t halfway through the movie when I said to myself, “This is what I come to the movies for.” Here’s a film that is intimate, personal, and yet truthful and consequential.