In the Flesh
If the living dead could be ‘rehabilitated,’ could they still return to their previous lives?
If the living dead could be ‘rehabilitated,’ could they still return to their previous lives?
A girl gets the chance to work as a nurse in a retirement home for gay men, which happens to be owned by her father.
Eva Sorhaug’s second feature film, four years after Cold Lunch, starts in a soft manner but ends intensely, aiming to make a psychological study of three men through three different unrelated stories.
Shane Carruth delivers a sophomore feature that’s an emotional powerhouse with as much metaphysical prowess as any Malick or Tarkovsky film.
Waltz with Bashir melds together documentary and narrative in order to present this disassociation between memory and reality for veterans long after the war.
Kiarostami’s film about a man contemplating taking his own life and finding someone to bury him is a sadly dull look into a potentially interesting topic.
It begins with a baby found in a forest. It ends with a scene of carnage set to the sounds of ABBA.
Abducted at the age of twelve, and forced to kill her parents, Komona joins the trope of other kids to become a member of the rebel army.
There’s never been an album that touched me quite the way Jeff Buckley’s first and only full-length studio album did.