An "exploitation" movie that takes the time to develop mood and location in its exploration of masculine loneliness gone very, very wrong. Though it can't escape its budget limitations, the craft goes well beyond what you might expect. The score stands out, by Basil Poledouris who would go on to score many mainstream projects (Blue Lagoon, the Conans, Starship Troopers) and win an Emmy for Lonesome Dove just eight years later. Our murderer is a cameraman for porn loops, though…

More than any movie in the past few years -- probably not since seeing, ironically enough, Aniara, have I had a head so involuntarily full of a movie. Baker's The Florida Project was equally evocative. Roger Ebert called movies emphathy machines, and that is what Sean Baker has done: create opportunities for emphathy, not judgement, not sympathy. We are figuring out the situation along with Ani/Anora, but we are just watching, while she has to act. How does one act…