by Craig J. Clark
Alex Holdridge and Linnea Saasen turn their personal experience into fodder for this slight but charming indie about a frustrated American filmmaker and a Norwegian dancer he loved and lost.
Adding to the ignoble tradition of rape-revenge thrillers, José Manuel Craviato’s misguided, pseudo-feminist bloodbath centers on a woman who turns on her abductor and seeks out other women who have been captured, too.
Three sisters gather in their childhood home after their mother disappears into the adjoining lake in Sarah Adina Smith’s found-footage horror/thriller, which walks the fine line between unsettling and aimless.
A cross between Heat and Bottle Rocket—but inferior to both—Jay Martin’s debut feature is skillfully directed, but its story of a fresh-faced bumbler trying to carry out a small-town heist could use smarter screenwriting.
Despite the unfortunate title, Andrew Disney’s ensemble comedy about intramural football isn’t a lowbrow, juvenile sports movie, but a smart, absurdist, self-referential parody of one.
Literary references run amok in Antonia Bogdanovich’s wearying thriller about two brothers (named Samuel and Beckett) who get in over their heads in the L.A. criminal underworld.
In their third documentary, the progressive pranksters take a self-congratulatory victory lap with no victory in sight, and offer a paucity of the hilarious stunts on which they gained notoriety.
Writer-director Craig Goodwill’s twisted, big-hearted comic fantasy delves into the dark, violent origins of Cabbage Patch Kids and the people who operate the sweatshops that produce them.