recent viewings:
THE ROVER (david michod). first act is the best, before and just after guy pearce meets pattinson. not that i minded pattinson's bizarre performance (he fidgets and gurns and stutters and drawls his way through some kind of hick jesse pinkman puppydog act), but i really just wanted a whole movie of guy pearce in NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN-mode encountering complete fucking weirdos in the outback. there was this sense of pointless godless depravity to some of those early scenes reminiscent of, say, THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE. it's still really good and strange after it becomes a surrogate father/son road trip thing, and surprisingly unsentimental on the whole which helped make the ending a success, but it lost some of that early potency.
GLASS CHIN (noah buschel) which is like a hipster buddhist wet dream hidden inside a dark boxing/crime movie. pretty original and occasionally spectacular in style and tone, but the script is fucking unbearable, like something chris eubank's vegetarian daughter might pen.
VINYL (alan zweig). fantastic documentary on vinyl collectors, examining the various neuroses underlying their obsession. it's an exceptionally honest, naked little oddity, and a hilarious, kitschy cult classic made by a weirdo about weirdos, littered with fascinating oddballs including the filmmaker himself. unique experience for sure, particularly if you've got that collector bug as i know a few of you do.
WERCKMEISTER HARMONIES (bela tarr), which is obviously a masterwork. bookend scenes are especially wonderful. one day i'll finally pluck up the courage to tackle SATANTANGO.