
Here's my video review of David Michôd's "Animal Kingdom."
It's an unbelievably brilliant crime drama that deservedly won the International Grand Jury at Sundance this Spring.
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His childhood was lonely, so how could a film about his life be so excruciatingly tedious to sit through?
Boring young lust.
Aaron Johnson, who plays Lennon, sleepwalks through the entire film and he looks like he’s just about as bored as all of us are.
“Nowhere Boy” drags on for 45 minutes or so with no mercy killing in sight until finally John’s aunt buys him a guitar.

Better yet, just go and listen to "Imagine" or "Double Fantasy."
“Grace” is Paul Solet’s feature film debut. Solet, isn’t someone you’ve heard of iunless you’re just the most obsessive horror movie fan in the universe, or maybe one of his friends or something.
But that’s not even the best part. Neither the blood-sucking baby nor the mother who supplies the infant with God’s yummy, red innards-nectar is the creepiest character in the movie.
Then there’s the mother.
Then you have the just unbelievably insane grandmother who’s determined to make herself start lactating again so she can feed her grand-baby, but oh my God, she has no idea what she’s getting into.
Solet doesn’t come near the level of Cronenberg when it comes to examining just what our relationships to these bizarre things we call bodies are. But that is a high watermark.