Exclusive articles:
The Patron Saints | Review
Because I Could Not Stop For Death…
A common description of Woody Allen’s Interiors (1978) is that it’s a Woody Allen film drained of all...
Review: The Patron Saints
"Subject matter combined with a fly-on-the-wall vantage point makes this one of the few films where voyeurism feels like being a spirit drifting between rooms, observing patients awaiting death. It’s like Emily Dickinson’s version of Enter the Void (2009), and perhaps you’ll think of her words about death and how he kindly stops for us, as we gaze out the back of an ambulance carrying away a corpse, while the desolate trees fly by in the sky and we fade to black."
Review: Livid
"While it may not achieve the level of greatness as their first, it’s a fun, creepy tale that echoes Argento’s Suspiria. It also proves that Bustillo and Maury have a predilection for scissors and young brooding women terrorized by creepy, supernatural female forces."
