The Man in My Basement
Despite a pair of very strong performances, Latif never quite figured out how to tell this complex story of race, history, and the commodification of both.
Despite a pair of very strong performances, Latif never quite figured out how to tell this complex story of race, history, and the commodification of both.
It’s a movie that sneaks up on you like great fiction, blending theme and character in a way that allows it to live in your mind after you see it, rolling around what it means to both the people in it and your own life.
As sensitive to such painful, implacable realities as it is alive to the possibilities that nevertheless emerge, in small moments of tenderness and connection, between its characters.
One of those personality-driven films where the main question isn’t “Will they or won’t they?” but rather “Who are these people, underneath it all?”
A fitting sendoff to Ed and Lorraine Warren, the First Couple of supernatural investigations.
While “If I Had Legs I’d Kick You” may not be something I revisit, that does not detract from its excellent, exhausting execution.
Bigelow’s ability to take a series of hypotheticals and render them into narrative actuality has never been more pinpoint accurate or merciless.