Cut myself on angel hair and baby’s breath.
by Iñaki Oñate
The lights in the movie theater dimmed down into total obscurity. The first image of the film: it’s nighttime, we see a yellowish desolated street in the wastelands of the American countryside. The semantic elements announce a standard horror flick (as predictable but at the same time as satisfying as a Big Mac).
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It’s never a good time to be a teenager. Ever.
by Alejandro Turdó
Kelly Fremon Craig is a writer and director whose younger years aren’t too far away if you think about it. She’s barely 31. Maybe that’s the reason why her work resembles teenage angst so accurately.
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