Juno: It'll warm your heart or make you puke, depending on the elevation of your preciosity threshold. You might hate the script's glib affectation, but the actors are warm, precise and engaging.
Lilith: Sexual hysteria in an early '60s madhouse. Good supporting cast includes Peter Fonda as an innocent in love with Uberdestructrix Jean Seberg. She does well, but Warren Beatty is badly used, unconvincing as the mother-fixated, passive-aggressive Vincent. He's too damn strong and healthy, seeming perpetually a little embarrassed by his character's incipient dementia. Nicely photographed in black and white over a self-consciously cool jazz score.
Bodies at Rest and in Motion: Certain films capture moments central to a generation. My generation has Cameron Crowe for that, but this is another movie that touches a chord, conjures up a particular memory-tone. It's decent in a quiet way, with a lambent palette and generous amounts of space allowed around lines and scenes giving it an unhurried assurance.
Seraphim Falls: Underappreciated tale of vengeance in the Old West giving equal time to the obsessed hunter (Liam Neeson) and his dogged prey (Pierce Brosnan), both characters painted in shades of grey. Loses a few points for the Sam Shepardesque ending in which everything turns to metaphor, and the devil comes a-callin' in the beguiling shape of Anjelica Huston.
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