The portraits of failed genius in Wes Anderson’s melancholic comedy inhabit a frozen kind of entrapping nostalgia, which somehow the film’s anarchic comedy bursts free from.
Dylan is once again trading in a sort of musical nostalgia his snarling younger self might have scoffed at, but this great set is more playful and expansive than some of its predecessors.
Shot over two years by Motor City natives Heidi Ewing and Rachel Grady, this remarkable documentary follows several individuals, remembering their own pasts and inserted into the city’s present.
On Sea Wolf’s third album, creator Alex Brown Church crafts a series of soft, autumnal songs about finding wisdom by returning home.
It is sequels, maybe more than any other factor, that have led to horror films inhabiting a niche somewhere between porn and low budget action films in the low-archy of bad taste.