With her bug-eyed stare and subtle Texas twang, Carrie’s the perfect religious-girl-who-loses-it. And when she does lose it, she does so with one of the best depictions of paralyzing rage I’ve ever seen.
V2V is the kind of store that you want your closet to look like, no matter what you normally wear.
Around the two-hour mark of “American Honey,” I sat in the theater fidgeting and doing something I (almost) never do — covertly checking the time on my phone.
It’s not the cosmos that has the power in this film. It’s the men.
Why do we pursue art— watch Polanski movies, listen to Wagner, read Eliot — than to feel something, some fleeting emotion that brings us closer to the center of ourselves?
“Author” isn’t about unmasking JT. The mask comes off within the first thirty minutes of the film.
It’s absolutely absurd and absolutely incredible.
Few other years in my (admittedly short) life warrant such a strong reaction as 13.
Sachs shows what friendship looks like without letting the audience in on its secrets and specificities.
If “Morris From America” is anything, it’s charming.