Considering the battles are coherent, easy to see, and the punches and kicks seem real, it boggles the mind to wonder how the rest of it could fail so entertainingly.
It takes the viewer into a world of nightmares and dreamscapes where past and present, and truth and imagination, all run together.
Instead of trying to ignite outrage, directors Lambert and McMahon have created a calm film about a terrible subject.
The Forgiveness of Blood doesn’t feel like a typical American indie film, and I mean that in the best way.
My Sweet Suicide incorporates one film archetype and anticipates another, while making the most of its modest budget and showcasing the talents of the lead actors.
The film is totally sincere but also a bit boring, as if the excitement of leading societal change had to be dulled down lest revolution start breaking out all over.
The film hinges on Héran’s performance, and she pulls it off rather remarkably.
He’s never really stopped loving Nora, a fact which becomes clearer as he starts to remember their life together as a young couple.
I don’t object to either violence or sex in film; the question is what the director does with them.
Despite more than 50 years of environmental activism, the battle is far from won.