The filmmakers seem to be under the impression that their audience possesses chipmunk-sized attention spans

Carax’s film comes at you in discreet design-chunks and splats of greenscreen surrealism

Gangsters, torture, Fruit-Loopsy-kitsch, hillbillies, accidental immolations, and black-market turtles

The Janus-like split down the movie’s middle — between genre affect and mundane substance — gives it a puzzling integrity; you can’t say the movie isn’t committed to this man and this pig

That the Purge films were proudly political from the outset doesn’t make the dynamic easier to parse. What exact sociopolitical postures or functions are being skewered remains a Rorschachian question.

The film arose from a failed plot to dig up the grave of psycho-killer Ed Gein's mother

Jean-Pierre Melville's thieves and crooks and nowhere men are all resigned to their dooms, and never see any reason to get upset about it

The familiar-face cast has a collective century of comic seasoning, from CollegeHumor to SNL to Veep to Glee to Drunk History

Bundy's strange performative psychopathy was a kind of a complex acting job all its own, devious and untrustworthy but always played in the key of Watch Me.