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By Samantha Walsh on August 15, 2017
A six-year-old girl and her two best friends run wild on the grounds of a week-by-week motel complex on the edge of Orlando’s Disney World in Sean Baker’s depiction of childhood on the margins, a film of fierce energy, tenderness, and great beauty.
Call Me by Your Name is Guadagnino’s most exquisitely rendered, visually restrained film, capturing with eloquence the confusion and longing of youth, anchored by a remarkable, star-making performance by Chalamet, always a nervy bundle of swagger and insecurity, contrasting with Hammer’s stoicism.
The hardscrabble economy of America’s rodeo country, where, for some, riding and winning is the only source of pleasure and income, is depicted with exceptional compassion and truth by a filmmaker who is in no way an insider: Zhao was born in Beijing and educated at Mount Holyoke and NYU.
In Coney Island in the 1950s, a carousel operator (Jim Belushi) and his beleaguered wife (Kate Winslet), who eke out a living on the boardwalk, are visited by his estranged daughter (Juno Temple)—a situation from which layer upon layer of all-too-human complications develop. Woody Allen has created a bracing and truly surprising movie experience.
The great Lucrecia Martel ventures into the realm of historical fiction and makes the genre entirely her own in this adaptation of Antonio di Benedetto’s 1956 classic of Argentinean literature about an officer of the Spanish crown in late 18th-century Paraguay succumbing to lust and paranoia.