It’s in this film’s elementary plotting that Bava, by withholding information and leaning more on animalistic themes dictating bizarre character motivation, unveils a deceptive depth that the film’s acolytes can’t discern among the copious amounts of blood spilled within its frames. We also use third-party cookies that help us analyze and understand how you use this website. This archness, which isn’t without sincerity, challenges the sentimentality that marks many a film and real-life ceremony. The film stars Al Pacino, Holly Hunter, Harmony Korine and Chris Messina. Hunter is engaging enough that she almost sells the notion that Dawn could be attracted to the grump, and Harmony Korine is fun as Gary, a local tanning-spa owner (and pimp) who still talks about Manglehorn in hushed tones, having long ago played on the Little League team Manglehorn coached. Not his pals down at the American Legion hall. The social media histrionics have nothing to offer in these incredibly entertaining scenes, which finally bring the film closer to Starrbooty than Clueless. But the filmmakers often play these seven-minute scenes as much for laughs as wonder. Haley (Haley Bodell), the closest the film has to a protagonist, flees the deli ceremony, casting herself off as Amy Irving’s character was cast off in Carrie. Throughout Raw, director Julia Ducournau exhibits a clinical pitilessness that’s reminiscent of the body-horror films of David Cronenberg, often framing scenes in symmetrical tableaus that inform the various cruelties and couplings with an impersonality that’s ironically relieved by the grotesque intimacy of the violence. Manglehorn is an angry, lonely, talkative man. Manglehorn, on the sidelines, as always, says the singer isn’t bad, but he’s deliberately missing the point. These cookies do not store any personal information. What’s Borat to do? Perhaps we’ve been asking too much of Paul Hollywood and the gang. And this underlying tension between Joe’s calm and patient acceptance of reality, and all its complications, and Ruben’s undying need to return to “being inside the sound” colors the rest of the film. The year is 1989, and while TV network Culture is considered dead weight by its parent company, its specialty in burgeoning, black-fronted music genres leaves it poised to successfully cover the sounds and styles that will dominate the next decade. Then he checks a mailbox that doubles as a home to a possibly symbolic beehive for a reply. This website uses cookies to improve your experience. In Bad Hair, one character who confronts Zora utters a Freudian slip, accusing her of appealing to a “whiter” audience when she means to say “wider” audience, as though the film hasn’t so clearly been making that point from the very start, when the central channel got knowingly rebranded as Cult.