Chantal Akerman's singular masterwork observes three days in the life of a Belgian widow with a precision and unblinking patience that becomes all-encompassing.
Mary Harron's adaptation of Bret Easton Ellis's divisive novel amplifies its satirical power without making its protagonist into an antihero.
An actual SF movie, not just a tarted-up shoot-'em-up, both because of the breadth of its ideas and how they are lovingly personalized.
Closest in spirit to the bleak noirs of the 1970s, where the "good" guys are only slightly less terrible than the competition, and where everyone is staring down from the edge of the same abyss.
Julia Ducournau's Titane has at its heart a great tenderness, something you don't expect from a story about a sociopath who kills with a hairpin, then apparently has sex with a car and becomes pregnant with its child.
The mere fact that David Lynch's Dune was made at all, and in the Hollywood of the early 1980s to boot, is something of a miracle. Would that it was a better adaptation of the source material, or just a better movie, period.
Darren Aronofsky's ingenious micro-budget debut, twenty-plus years later, holds up better than some of his bigger-budgeted efforts
A kooky example of science fiction from Hong Kong, a cinematic world that has relatively little SF to begin with.
Twenty years later, the Wachowskis' digital fable still stands tall, outliving the slickness of the moment and attempts to misappropriate it
The first of the posthumous releases from Alan Vega (of Suicide)'s vault, and it's a good 'un.
A look back at the most deliberately frustrating album ever made for popular consumption.
At the end of the day, it's just a fancy excuse to shoot a bunch of scenes in reverse.
You know how Woody Guthrie has THIS MACHINE KILLS FASCISTS on his guitar? Peter Brötzmann's reeds should have signs that say THIS MACHINE KILLS, PERIOD.
Ben Kingsley as a frothing mad gangster is only the first of many pleasures in this sleeper-gem of a crime drama that's only gotten better with age
The film is worthy of the best kind of jealousy, the kind that makes you want to go out and do something just as visionary and overwhelming.
When I'm happy, this record reminds me of what I'm transcending; when I'm not, it reminds me of how to transcend.
One of the greatest of American films generally, and certainly the most incisive and insightful one about the criminal life.
A thunderous fusion of jazz and industrial rock, way out of print but absolutely worth seeking out.
"The album that killed Skinny Puppy", an only partly realized concept record about a cult movement, has much to recommend it after 25 years.
Barrows Dunham's 1947 work of popular philosophy deserves the widest possible audience in 2020.
A blueprint for how to do the impossible -- namely, follow up a classic: give it to another artist of vision and stand back.
Over thirty years later, a record as jarringly fresh now -- maybe more so now -- than it was when it first undermined everyone's expectations.
Fifty years later, one of the greatest films ever made has scarcely aged a day in the ways that matter
The original new-wave (maybe also no-wave?) film, with its blaze of low-budget images, mixes cheesy science fiction, grimy bohemian drug tragedy, psychedelic experimentalism, and no-budget arthouse drama
A dopey dud: a mix of satire and horror that doesn't manage to be either funny or scary.