Spring finally arrives, the single remaining movie season not yet converted into a massive marketing skullfuck. Rather, the February-April spread is still a catch-as-catch-can olio of leftovers, orphans, low-intensity sellouts, modest genre exercises, award-immune imports, and publicity-confounding freak-outs. It's difficult to get hyperactive about the spring in film, generally speaking, but it's a relief to see movies shed their padded-pectoral identities as self-shilling juggernaut events and simply become movies again. Beautiful surprises are not uncommon—as with the B-movies of the studio years, art can happen when the accountants aren't paying too... More >>>