Michael Talbot-Haynes

Monk In Pieces is a showstopper for the woman who stopped all of our preconceptions of what a show could be. It is achingly brilliant and needs to be stampeded to immediately in the direction of your choice.

Limbo is a cinematic monument for the shadows of the doomed.

The documentary is the great American story of the outsiders coming in and rising up. You need to see it.

The Falling Sky doesn’t spoon-feed you any information; rather, it blows it up your nose. This production, without explanation, works brilliantly in immersing the audience in the electricity of the Reahu ritual. Not knowing what is going on or what is heading towards you instills a discombobulation that allows you to surrender to the void and go with it.

Swept Away is truly an amazing movie that is still as potent at 50 years old as it was back in the day.

I dare you to find Aita and press play, especially if you are resistant to giving it a try. You will be caught in an excitement flood from which there is no escape.

Every square inch of this picture is fascinating, whether for the fresh faces or those who have been fans of Cheech and Chong for years.

The uninitiated may wonder what the fuss is about, but for the true Fassbinder Heads out there, Peter von Kant is a revelation. Ozon has made one of the best homages to a master filmmaker ever made.

Every frame will blow your baby dome to smithereens, as I can guarantee you have seen nothing like this.

The way the musicians describe the happiness they get from playing, as well as hearing great playing, will make your heart feel; it is moving.

This movie cements The Lunachicks as New York’s best-kept secret, one that is too juicy to keep to yourself. It will hit you harder than ten bags of Alphabet City’s finest product, as it will knock the wind right out of you.

Mothersbaugh himself acknowledges that the band’s curse has always been being ahead of its time, but it is fitting that we have finally arrived at a time when that is obvious. If you have not seen this legendary band play live yet, do so while you still have the chance, if you can. Whether you have or have not, see Devo as soon as possible.

Even after over four decades, Diva still impresses with Beineix’s masterful mix of highbrow and lowbrow. With the stunning new 4K restoration, Diva retains its well-deserved status as a late 20th-century movie masterpiece.

Black Ice is the kind of film where you are in a different world once finishing it.

Life As A B-Movie: Piero Vivarelli is an endless feast for hardcore Italian film fans, but it’s also a fantastic introduction for newcomers to the wonderful world of Italian genre filmmaking.

She Is Conann shatters the limits of cinematic imagination.

The leads not only hold everything together, but they also hoist it all up in the air and twirl it around their heads. Gordon shows the richness of his comedic side; his bewilderment is infectious. Way anchors the audience’s perspective in his portrayal of what I took as a cowboy from Sweden. Gladstone is the standout. She holds a power as a western hero that creates a palpable humming sensation up your arms.

The proceedings have that perfect narrative balance of a simple fairytale, leading to baffling visions and fantastic ideas.

Animale is the new state-of-the-art for high-end horror. It will have genre fans and art house aficionados weeping black tears of joy worldwide.

Touch Me is worthy of the same regard as the great hard drug classics like Trainspotting and Requiem For A Dream. In fact, Touch Me is the new heroin beacon shining high on the arthouse hill.

This is high-octane fun that you would do well to check out in theaters.

The Three Musketeers – Part II: Milady is a sky-high bonfire for the planet to gather around and witness legend in motion.

Rub comes out of nowhere and reinforces your belief in the magic of independent filmmaking.

While the material is right out of one of Herzog’s indigenous rainforest epics, it is lit like an Italian horror movie, with candy colored Bava-like blues and reds sprucing up that bush.

With these performances and Thom Mills’s confident direction, Luderdale plants its flag firmly in gangster movie territory. For fans of mob films, this is an instant classic. It’s stylish, gritty, and ends with a bang that will leave you face down in your pasta bowl, begging for more.

It is informative and inspiring, with Sill’s spirit summoned for all to see. It is a great piece of lost classic rock history that so many will relish. It’s the kind of film that buries itself in your ribcage and keeps glowing for days afterward.

With Candy Land, Swab has delivered a historic flashpoint in the darker side of the film universe. It is a supernova of seediness. The flick is the true bastion of this under-utilized subgenre.

The twists and turns happen right on point to keep the lively meter cranked up to a wicked level. You don’t even get that feeling that you watched half a movie like with other two-part pictures, as all the crescendos you need are included here.