According to Charles Bukowski, drinking is a form of suicide where you're allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day.
Nobody does bad taste like John Waters, as bottom-shelf south-of-the-border imitation "Los chidos" proves, peddling shock to scant amusement.
Someone should tell the three residents of "Small Apartments" to stop trying to be so funny, since their efforts are pitched at such intensity, it scares away the laughter.
A film fest wrapped in an interactive fest wrapped in a music fest, SXSW is like the hearty three-meat Turducken of the festival world.
Art can be many things, but it is seldom hilarious, a shortcoming Wayne White hopes to correct in this refreshingly amusing art-doc portrait.
Disguised as a drunken cartwheel through expat paradise, Mark Jarrett's striking first feature juggles questions of mortality along its rowdy cross-country path.
An indelible slice-of-life that follows two teens on a freewheeling journey through the streets of New York.
This brittle, beautifully understated San Fernando Valley character study has a bright fest future ahead.
"Leave Me Like You Found Me" barely musters enough energy to engage as it tests whether two ex-lovers can repair a breakup by camping in the Sequoia National Forest.
Eccentric without succumbing to quirk, this amusing, niche-targeted portrait of ultra-competitive losers crosses the finish line a winner.
Judging from its playful title, "Girls Against Boys" aims to flip the script on the battle of the sexes, forcing a handful of guys to atone for the sins of all men as two mad-as-hell gals go on a…