Josh Rosenblatt

Shot on location in Mongolia with a real nomad family, The Cave of the Yellow Dog blurs the line between documentary and fiction and, in doing so, creates its own singular dramatic language.

In this documentary, the director wears his affection for Buddhist philosophy unashamedly on his sleeve, and as a result his movie nearly drowns in solemnity and noble intentions (not to mention chanting).

Guadalupe is amateur hour dressed up in ecclesiastical purple: a poorly drawn, poorly directed, and poorly acted attempt to film something of weight and religious significance.

E.B. White’s sweet, simple, and timeless story about the power of friendship and the acceptance of loss is a story that’s faithfully told here with all the sentiment and only slight updating.

It’s like Neighbors, except with more Christmas lights and Danny DeVito.