Here’s a hot take: I love teen slasher movies. There is a wide range of quality in the genre, but mystery killer killing teens one by one is a genre that I almost always enjoy. There’s Someone Inside Your House is a solid entry in this genre, with some fun kills that will let you compare it to the classics, and a healthydose of Gen Z wokeness to make it feel more modern.
Few professions feel so fraught with peril as that of the miner. Each trip into the depths of the planet brings with it fears of explosions and collapses and men trapped for days without food or water. Souterrain (Underground), the new film from Sophie Dupuis, explores these fears with by following a group of miners in the lead up to an explosion in their mine.
You have seen this story before. A young, bright-eyed person has to New York City to pursue their artistic dreams and gets waylaid in a job adjacent to their dreams in the meantime. It has been told so many times before that I doubt you could count them, so it takes a lot to stand out.
My Salinger Year, based on the memoir of the same name by Joanna Rakoff, has everything going for it. An up and comer in Margaret Qualley in the lead role. A major star in Sigourney Weaver in the main supporting role. It is set in a nostalgic period, recreated in exquisite detail. What a film like this needs to become truly great is that certain extra something, the Je ne sais quois that can make something add up to more than the sum of its parts.
This film does not have that. But that’s not an indictment because the film is perfectly lovely as it is, adding up to exactly what it is.