When did Pablo Larraín become one of cinema’s hardest working people? The guy has two movies in theaters right now, and they’re just the second and third movies of his that have graced screens in 2016. The Club is probably the best of the bunch, but I liked his latest, Neruda, a sort-of biopic about Pablo … Continue reading
Casa de mi Padre is remarkably difficult to categorize. On the one hand, it’s eighty minutes of bizarre, absurdist, surrealist humor bent on taking potshots at immeasurably melodramatic telenovelas as well as the works of Sam Peckinpah. On the other, there’s still very little cinema to which it has a direct analogue. Take, for example, Friday’s other … Continue reading
A Constant Visual Feast 