Sheila O'Malley

The family trauma is so clotted-thick, a faster pace and tightened-up editing might have eradicated the slow-motion underwater feel of the whole.

Cocote, filmed entirely in the Dominican Republic, is filled with such images, seemingly unconnected to one another at times and yet when placed in collage they create a powerful and visceral experience.

Kicks is knowing and innocent, profound and goofy.

In many ways, the documentary is as unprecedented as Ardern’s career.

Palo Alto is a very strong first feature, prioritizing mood over message. Coppola does not diagnose underlying societal problems; she does not make assumptions about the cultural void in which the kids live.

A riotous medieval-era sex romp played with lunatic conviction by a great cast.

Digging for Fire wants to talk about serious topics and it wants to do so in a humorous light-hearted way. It succeeds.

There's enough material here to fill an entire multi-part docu-series, but My Psychedelic Love Story is an intriguing and often-humorous look at these crazy events, anchored by Harcourt-Smith's presence. She’s the reason to see it. You can understand why nobody who met her ever forgot her.

Part of the joy of The Dry is watching this excellent cast in action.

Private Violence is extremely sad, but it has a lot of hope.

Watching all of those clips drove home how dance cinematography like this is mostly — and sadly — a lost art.