Keeper is a latter-day Perkins horror film through and through.
The film is a memorably wonky take on the spectacles we make of crime and punishment.
Assayas’s knack for fostering insight through irony is nowhere to be found in the film.
This protean fable is tremulous, tricky, and intrepid, much like its pious protagonist.
The setup of Hikari’s film is milked for all its humor and pathos—and then some.
Like so much good pop music, the album makes hard work seem like second nature.
Like Slow West before it, the film is a stripped-down genre exercise, for better and worse.
The film finds a state of grace in that torrential pull between the familiar and the new.