Author: jose

Tsang has made a small, affecting, and studiously minimalist film.

What should be a tight 93-minute runtime feels overlong and overwhelmed by clumsy writing.

One is hard-pressed to understand why grown-up thrillers like this one don’t get bigger pushes.

It’s a fine film, albeit one that nearly loses its credibility due to an unfortunate instance of undisclosed bias.

Darkly humorous, sometimes lacerating, but not at all chilly.

A film full of enough potential to make its lackluster execution all the more frustrating.

Stocked with enough simple characterizations and situational peril to launch its over-cooked drama into its own pulpy context.

A surrealist cinematic collage.

Beyond the veil of the flesh lies “The Shrouds.”

Blichfieldt’s “burn it all down” approach creates turbulence and upset while walking over very well-trod ground.