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We did it, film is finally going full circle. If Vine and TikTok were meant to be Gen Y-Z’s answer to George Méliès’ “Cinema of Attractions” then Hundreds of Beavers is indie cinema’s attempt at The General and The Gold Rush. It’s a smidge overstuffed, but holy shit, the gags are divine. Imagine if Guy Maddin took a lot of coke and made a live action Roadrunner cartoon with the Jackass crew in furry costumes. That’s how them beavers roll. And so was I… on the floor laughing.

Edward G. Robinson could make you believe in any character he plays, which is ironic given here he plays a character where everyone actively refuses to believe in him.

On par with Kwaidan for being one of the most emotionally complete and cathartic anthologies of all time. An allegorical diary and testament to Akira Kurosawa’s creative process that only the abstract logic of dreams can convey. A couple stories drag in pacing, but the painterly beauty of them all more than make up for it.

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Fearless is an overused and misused word in criticism, a cheap label for films and filmmakers that are simply transgressive and occasionally stylish. Like, is it really fearless of Tarantino to make another postmodern, ultra-violent genre flick? No. Fun, but no.

The word should be reserved for filmmakers like Nanfu Wang, who puts a political target on her head, and lays bare an entire history of family tragedy, which results in one of the most heartbreaking, personal, and vital pieces of cinematic journalism of the year.