Moody, silly, hopeful, and violent as all fucking get out, Ley Lines is the best of Takeshi Miike’s Black Society Trilogy films, but I wouldn’t watch it first.
Japan’s I Spit On Your Grave. Kichiku is worse in that it creates it’s own sick, sick world. In some circles, this might be one of the greatest films ever made.
While The Simpsons had a long developmental trajectory toward excellence, Futurama was hatched fully hilarious, and each episode is as good as the next.
Element and Zentropa play like Blade Runner-esque acid trips gone wrong, Epidemic is the pretentious claptrap shown to film classes to test their patience.
Lars von Trier is the Danish director who almost drove Björk insane, and now he’s out to have the same effect on his audience, if Dogville is any indication.
An 11-song set (short for DVDs) of tightness and brutality crush the audience as crystal-clear production translate each drop of sweat and grinding perfectly.