This indie drama about a couple of Brooklyn stoners is less a story than a bunch of ideas or sketches on a theme, but writer-director Shaka King and his cast hold the viewer's attention through a combination of high spirits (pun intended) and phenomenal visual confidence. As a movie, it's iffy, but as a promise of things to come, it's worth seeing.
"Blue Caprice" gives serial killers the Sundance-style artfilm treatment. Directed by Alexandre Moors, it's a muted thriller based loosely on the so-called Beltway snipers, who terrorized the Washington, D.C. area and parts of Virginia for weeks in 2002. This is an intelligent and ambitious feature, but if Netflix had an "overthinking" it section, "Blue Caprice" would definitely qualify.
From the archives: RogerEbert.com editor Matt Zoller Seitz reprints the first-ever profile of Wes Anderson and Owen Wilson, written for Dallas Observer in 1993
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In this quiet, gentle drama from director David Gordon Green, a man and his brother-in-law (Paul Rudd and Emile Hirsche) repair stretches of highway damaged by wildfire, avoiding and then confronting family secrets and their own deepest fears.
"Frankenstein's Army" is no perfect beast. This horror feature from director Richard Raaphorst and writer Chris Mitchell has all the hallmarks of what I call a "reel" film. By that I mean it's a feature length production demo with sets, characters and a story of sorts.
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