The Nutcracker: A Christmas Story (2007)

Mona Fastvold’s nineteenth century lesbian romance is emotionally charged, restrained, and poetic without feeling forced.

Not every silence is empty. Some are filled with things too heavy for words.

The film seems like an extreme interpretation of the conspiracy theorists that exist in real life. And then, there’s the twist.

Every movement becomes a question of identity. To become who we are meant to be. In order to reach that we often have to shed who we once were, and that shedding can sometimes be so brutal it’s ungraceful.

This is ambitious horror filmmaking, and in a lot of ways, I fully admire its ambitions. For me, the film’s sloppiness defines its overall quality.

The Last Son of Krypton returns as the kind-hearted, blue-eyed boy scout we all know and love.