DIGGER review by David Guglielmo While watching DIGGER, you might, like me, seesaw between loving and hating it — a surprisingly rare feeling these days, when modern movies more often act like they are on a first date with their audience, desperate for us to like them. DIGGER dares to be grating, at times insufferably self-satisfied, and it’s a scold to boot. Iñárritu has always directed with a sledgehammer. Someone must have told him the loudest director wins. With DIGGER, h

Review by David Guglielmo If I believed in guilty pleasures, I might call THE LOVE HYPOTHESIS one. Its setup—a female doctoral student and male professor fake a romantic relationship, he to get his contract renewed and she to push her best friend toward the guy she originally liked—sounds like the recipe for a classic screwball comedy of the sexes. Never mind that the central conceit makes little sense (apparently, having a girlfriend is enough to convince the university boar

by David Guglielmo TEENAGE SEX AND DEATH AT CAMP MIASMA uses B-movie aesthetics to flex its high-mindedness, whereas RESIDENT EVIL has no intellectual ambition to speak of. You might come away wishing they could borrow from one another: MIASMA could use some of EVIL’s set pieces and suspense, of which it has none without a postmodern wink, while Cregger, the director of EVIL, could benefit from some of the thematic filmmaking on display in MIASMA. MIASMA’s ambitions are more