It's rare for a film to make one swell with pride about something he or she had no direct hand in, but "The Farthest" accomplishes that feat with aplomb.
Sketchily plotted and sluggishly executed, this technophobic WWE Studios production is even more generic than its title
Paints a sketchy portrait of a teenage girl's coming-of-age while spending a few weeks with her acclaimed-author aunt.
Aided by a charismatic lead turn from star Kate Mara (and her canine sidekick as well), it should receive a warm – if perhaps not heroic – welcome from theatrical audiences.
Though its subject matter is timely and its sensitivity is palpable, it's far too airless and artificial.
A tale about a Westerner venturing deep into the Amazon jungle in search of salvation, and finding it through work with Shipibo community shamans who use the hallucinogenic ayahuasca plant to cleanse…
A bromance with a bitter streak born from personal delusions, fears and failings, it's got enough personality and pathos to make it a mildly appealing option amidst the usual cacophonous summer fare.
Its precise style is both the source of its unnerving power and the reason for its occasional inertia.
An ode to self-discovery and acceptance that's as funny as it is sweet.
Healy's nimble directorial debut exploits its screwy premise for both unnerving laughs and volatile thrills.
There's so little substance or originality to this lurid, abstract affair that it comes off as simply a faded grindhouse collage.