ANNIHILATION by Alex Garland Trailer
“We are disintegrating. Our bodies as fast as our minds. Can’t you feel it?”
After a night of unspeakable horrors, the house has been consumed by trees and vines. Dispirited flower beings continue to stand sentry.
Lena finds Josie sitting alone, the tall grass billowing in the gentle breeze. The Refraction marches onward, coursing through their veins. Gentle resignation envelops Josie.
“Imagine dying, frightened and in pain and having that as the only part of you that survives. I wouldn’t like that at all.” Having always resorted to self-harm to feel alive, Josie no longer wants to resist. No longer wants to feel the pain, or maybe anything at all. “Ventress wants to face it, you want to fight it. But I don’t think I want either of those things.”
Josie rounds a bend and disappears. She surrenders to the Shimmer. To become one with what consumes her. In all their horrifying beauty, Josie stands sentry with the others.
EIGHTH GRADE by Bo Burnham Trailer
Nobody wants me to be here. I don’t want to be here.
Why am I here? Why am I here. Why. Why. Why.
I cross my arms to hide my body. Or just to hide. Maybe if I walk softly enough, no one will even notice me. No, that’s dumb. No one notices me anyway.
Why can’t I be like them? Why can’t I be like them. Why. Why. Why.
I hold my breath. I shiver, but I take the plunge. Head straight to the wall, my refuge. I can be here, without being here.
He emerges, gasping for air, sporting goofy goggles. “All the way. I swam all the way across the pool underwater. I could’ve gone further if I wanted to, but whatever. Want to see me do a handstand?”
He doesn’t wait for a response.
He returns almost immediately. “Too many people in the pool, can’t do it if the water isn’t still. I’m Gabe, what’s your name?”
Now I know who he is. But who is he?
FIRST REFORMED by Paul Schrader Trailer
“Where were you when I laid the Earth’s foundations, marked out its dimensions, laid its cornerstone, when the morning stars sang, and the angels shouted with joy? Where were you?”
A small gathering surrounds the most pointless of platforms. Everyone bundled tightly in heavy clothing, as if to shield themselves from the poison emanating from the polluted dump that serves as the service’s backdrop.
Gray sky smothers from above. Damp black gravel swallows from below.
Four members of a church youth choir mutter an elegy, its flat notes pleading to save Earth from man’s sins. Each word gone as quickly as it came into being.
Mary shakes her husband’s ashes into the defiled pond. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. All she’s left with is an empty plastic bag.
Reverend Toller looks on. He says nothing, but his eyes cry out. God, where are you now?
MINDING THE GAP by Bing Liu Trailer
A generation of abuse. A generation of silence.
A lost child did not realize that his mother — his supposed keeper, protector — could be just as lost. A family imprisoned by pain, blinded by fear. To be together without seeing each other.
What is it about a camera, bright lights, and glowing red dot that can press someone to finally speak, to unearth a lifetime of secrets and regrets?
Bing’s mother sits calmly in the interview chair, with just a hint of unease behind her eyes. “I wish I can go over, do again, do differently. I don’t know what to say now. It’s all past,” she says in broken English. She closes her eyes and rubs her temples, waves of suppressed anguish crashing down on her. “I wish I was stronger, and I wasn’t.”
“Can you see my face OK?” Bing asks his mom as he positions himself behind the lights and camera.
“No…Now is OK,” she responds.
“I’ll just try to hold it here for now.”
MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE – FALLOUT by Christopher McQuarrie Trailer
[Ethan Hunt HALO jumps while saving an unconscious Superman]
[Ethan Hunt tackles a dude through a nightclub restroom wall]
[Ethan Hunt gets launched off a motorcycle]
[Ethan Hunt sprints across London rooftops]
[Ethan Hunt sprints some more]
[Ethan Hunt climbs up a rope dangling from a helicopter]
[Ethan Hunt doing MMA on a cliff, then free soloing up a rock face]
“What the hell is he doing?!” Ilsa asks as she looks on frantically.
Making one of the best action movies of all-time six installments in, that’s what.
PADDINGTON 2 by Paul King Trailer
A metal waste receptacle is placed over our fugitive bear. Paddington peeks out through the opening.
“Stay low and remember,” the garbage man says, “you’re a bin.” Dual thumbs up from both.
The now-animate bin scurries across the vast train station. “You’re a bin, you’re a bin. Just an ordinary bin going for a walk,” Paddington reminds himself.
He gasps, spotting a police officer heading his way. The bin comes to a stop. Paddington ducks, just as the officer drops the remains of a donut into the bin. “Thank you,” Paddington chimes, without thinking.
“You’re welcome,” the officer replies, then freezes. Wait…
“Nothing to see here, officer. Just a bin,” the bin says.
Threat defused, the bin is back on the move, this time with a fresh snack. “Quite good being a bin.”
Aunt Lucy always said, “If we’re kind and polite, the world will be right.”
Even if you’re just a bin.
PRIVATE LIFE by Tamara Jenkins Trailer
“How we doing?” Rachel calls out as she continues brushing the bathroom grout. Can grout even get clean?
Richard lugs as many pill bottles as humanly possible. “As of now, there are no IVF materials in sight.” He stops in the living room. “Hey, you think we should take down the Lisa Yuskavage?”
“What?” Rachel looks out from the tub. “No.”
“I’m just looking at it from Beth’s perspective,” Richard says, as he studies the painting. “We’re used to it, but if we sit next to each other on the couch and Beth sits across from us, it’s right in her face. I think we should at least move it, so it’s not so, uh, central.”
Rachel bursts out of the bathroom, armed with her cleaning supplies and wearing nothing but a t-shirt. “No, no. If our social worker’s so uptight that she would actually deny us a child because we have a vagina on our wall, well, then it’s like, screw everything!” She waves her arms in contempt, causing her shirt to rise higher.
She storms back to the bathroom. “I mean, it’s like, you know, fuck it! Just fuck the whole fucking thing! So sick of these people judging us and telling us what to do all the time.” She shakes Comet indiscriminately all over the tub. And don’t you dare judge her bare bottom. “Between the doctors, the social workers, and the support groups, it’s like, you know what, shut the fuck up already! Shove it up your fucking asses!”
The painting stays.
THE RIDER by Chloe Zhao Trailer
The moments just before dawn when the far-reaching expanse bleeds into the inkiness of the heavens. Brady’s hand, almost invisible, grazes back and forth along the horse’s neck.
“God, I just ask you to take care of Gus on his travels, Lord. To be with him all the time and to protect him. Keep him safe, God. In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.”
Gus, attentive and still, grunts his appreciation. As daylight begins to glow along the horizon, Brady mounts his horse, just once more and like countless times before.
The sun, their sun, slips just above the plains, gently embracing the golden sea.
Their feet tread softly through the waking terrain. A trot turns into a gallop. Nowhere to go but toward the horizon, to the ends of the earth. Brady’s head still, face expressionless, Gus’ ears and mane as his guide.
No words. No sounds but the hypnotizing rhythms of the horse’s strides.
A boy and his beloved. The world is just a little brighter from here.
SEARCHING by Aneesh Chaganty Trailer
PreRecital_2015.mp4. Open. Margot playing the piano. She turns to the camera, smiles. Exit. Drag. Drop. Upload.
Gumbo2010.avi. Open. Young Margot doing her best to help her mom cook dinner. Exit. Drag. Drop. Upload.
Back to folder. Hover over Margot_FathersDay.mp4. Pause. Click. Enter. “Go wake up Daddy,” Pam whispers. Toddler Margot scampers onto the bed and jumps on sleeping David. “Wake up, Daddy! Wake up!” A few more hops finally gets David’s attention. “Margot, show Daddy what you made in school,” Pam says, handing her a sheet of pink construction paper. David gazes proudly at Margot’s work, then shows it to the camera. A child’s drawing of a family, accentuated by, in large bold lettering, “Best Dad Ever!”
Pause.
Pause.
Back to folder. Right click. Move to trash. Right click on trash icon. Hover over “Empty Trash”.
Click.
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