These nearly three hours devoted to the East Bay scene and 924 Gilman Street collective seem to speed by about as fast as a 7" thrash single.
This documentary about an Ohioan's singular quest ends up thoroughly disarming and rewarding, despite a borderline-exasperating reluctance to fill in the most basic narrative blanks.
This tale of a hick couple inadvertently rousing the long-dormant ire of the infamous titular California murderer grows increasingly silly and suspenseless.
An evening that feels like a brash but cloddish welding of ill-matched parts beside the original film's smooth, mosaic-like assembly.
Returning director David Bowers delivers an amiable, fast-paced entry that should win over fans.
Depicting an annual National Pyrotechnics Festival so giddily cinematic that the medium itself practically seems to roll over and wag tail in approval here.
This short, mercurial, sometimes self-defeating life is so packed with drama that it's no wonder "Forbidden Games" often feels like a narrative feature.
Gripping and discomfiting, this is the kind of diaristic inquiry that can seem self-indulgent but here sports a fearlessness that transcends vanity — at times it's downright unflattering.
"Bad boy" internet entrepreneur Kim Dotcom gets a fair trial from Annie Goldson's extensive if by no means exhaustive scrutiny.
This slice of verite isn't really insightful or dramatic enough to compel the attention of viewers not already well-attuned to the modern dance world.
A charmingly intimate portrait that ultimately assumes epic-journey proportions.