Alex Walker and Evan Campo make an independent film about warring drug gangs in New York City. They finance the film selling drugs and the services of an erotic masseuse, Cindy, who is also their producer.
All in all, “Event Horizon” is a cinematic misfire, begging to be perfected in the future. While it possesses an array of admirable visuals, the film leaves much to be desired. If only we could see Anderson’s preferred cut, which featured more character development and tortuous imagery. In the meantime, I have a catchphrase for this film: In space no one can hear you snore.
From its visually stunning opening credits, which show women dancing through a forest to musical rhythms that sound almost primal, to its quiet, heartbreaking final frame, Mona Fastvold’s historical rendering of the Shaker religious movement is an experience that will stay with me for a long time.
The Conjuring: The Last Rites delivers a thrilling mix of scares and heart. From the axe-wielding ghost to the Warrens’ emotional farewell, Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga shine. Fans get a chilling, atmospheric conclusion that’s worth watching in theaters.
"Godzilla vs. Kong" is all style and very little substance. It's also the most fun I've had in months.
Can a piece of bad representation truly be reclaimed? We Are Pat (2025) attempts to answer this question.
