All is revealed, but you’re never quite sure how self-consciously idiotic the film is trying to be.

Director Julius Avery adds to that venerable genre of hard-sell promos for demons and angels.

Life throws sand in the gears of a sculptor who can't figure out how some people seem to coast through life while others get mudbound.

Writer/director Mark Jenkin’s beautiful visual meditations veil reticent horror. 

The real case is an octopus of inconclusive tangents and unproven theories — the movie sends you down rabbit holes in search of answers it can’t give. 

Lincoln Center delves into tales of the wicked, the outcast, the unholy, the misunderstood, and the freakish in a survey of the audacious director’s genre-busting — and defining — films. 

Late-arriving T-Rexs and big ugly bugs, don’t quite enthrall, but — thank heavens — there is quicksand. 

Albert Serra’s new film wallows in South Pacific beauty even as colonial depredations threaten paradise.  

The director's back to shoulder-shove us with a re-tread of his waterlogged love story.

Sanctimony and pretension ultimately blunt the film’s iron-maiden premise.