Dupieux crafts a wacky story and makes it even funnier by turning it into a campy superhero movie complete with corny B-movie costumes and cheesy puppetry.
Dupieux crafts a wacky story and makes it even funnier by turning it into a campy superhero movie complete with corny B-movie costumes and cheesy puppetry.
A masterful documentary about sisterhood, motherhood, rebellion, memory, and the agony that thrives with inherited trauma.
This comedy-drama about complicated human relationships and sexuality has a good sense of European humor coupled with a breezy attitude, but it overstays its welcome with a too-long run time and artsy interludes that grind the storytelling to a halt.
Exploring the struggles faced by single working parents and a system that seems to be against them at every turn, the film makes fair points on both sides of a complicated issue.
While the crack of Indy’s whip and the moment Ford dons his famous brown fedora may get those feel-good endorphins flowing, it also makes in painfully clear that a movie can only coast so far on nostalgia.
While I didn’t love this film, I certainly appreciate what the director’s gift for mind-bending visual flair, and the hallucinatory qualities of the film perfectly complement its overall unsettling feel.