Jenny Slate’s latest dram-rom-com vehicle, The Sunlit Night, seems like a bit of a rehash of her previous film, “Obvious Child.” There are certainly some broad similarities: Her character Frances has just gotten out of a relationship and she’s in a slump both romantically and professionally. So it is no wonder Slate brings the same…
Write When You Get Work starts off with promise. The opening image is that of a young couple, rolling about on the beach, caught up in their own little sensual bubble. This is a good enough tease, where we are invited into their relationship but not bogged down with details, the movie excelling in the…
Times are tough. These times I mean. Or rather, Tim Blake Nelson does, or seems to do in his Anesthesia. These are times of self-absorbing, self-imbibing, self-obsessed selfishness from which we’re constantly trying to tell ourselves apart — unwittingly remitting ourselves to the badlands of choice wherein our decisions continue to be ruled by self-interest…
