"THE LAST NIGHT" REVIEW

Beautifully photographed and immaculately scored, “The Last Night” takes the viewer on a Latin flavored voyeur voyage through expectation and deception. The films writer/director Brad Cruz delivers a raw and sexy cautionary tale, redefining old ideas of risky behavior.

Alejandro, (Augusto Valverde) is the perfect man, chivalrous, sensitive, and successful with powerful features and a chiseled body. Of course, like most perfect men, he’s too good to be true. No sooner does his fiancé call to cancel a date because of a last minute babysitting emergency than Alejandro gets ready to hit the town. He soon finds a beautiful companion to share his evening, but even from their first encounter, the whole thing is a little too perfect. Alejandro soon learns that this night will be much more than he could have anticipated.

Cruz does a wonderful job of making sure every detail of the film lends itself to the mood of the moment, creating a strong sense of place and time. He doesn’t shirk from the grim details of the plot as men and women switch roles in this bizarre power struggle. “The Last Night,” is sensually evocative, and is at once both thought provoking and a cheap dirty thrill.

"THE CHRONOSCOPE" REVIEW

Now this is how a historical mockumentary is done. Immaculately constructed or altered 1930s footage discussed by actors that seem to have crawled straight from the archives of the top European universities build a narrative that slides effortlessly in and out of history.

Charlotte Keppel (Serena Brabazon), is an Irish female scientist at a time in history when neither females nor the Irish were looked on very highly. During the rise of the Third Reich, science (both real and crackpot), was exploding. It was the time of Einstein and of Hitler. It was on this treacherous and often friendly stage that Charlotte unveiled her great and later marginalized contribution to human history, the chronoscope. Capable of capturing waves of energies past, the chronoscope could accurately reconstruct the images of history the way a television captures broadcast programming. Imagine a world stripped of pretense and lies, a species forced to confront its past exactly as it was, void of gloss and glory.

Beautifully narrated by actor, Jeremy Irons, "The Chronoscope" forces audiences to ask themselves, who would I be if I could not escape my past? One may even come to realize, with sadness, why Charlotte Keppel was wiped from the pages of history.

"Yoga Man" Review

With their millions of dollars, perfect bodies, and absent hubbies, one has to wonder who is out there protecting the MILFs of L.A.? “Yogaman” dares to ask that question, and many more, like: can something as lame as yoga be real? and is Detroit a third world country? The answer to both of those is, of course, yes. But that’s only a fraction of what one can learn when an undercover reporter (JohnMark Triplett) goes deep to expose the dark side of spiritual enlightenment.

Every indie film starts with a good idea. That’s a given. Where the film succeeds or fails is in the execution. “Yogaman” could have easily rested on its laurels, spending the whole film inventing new ways to make fun of yoga, but it didn’t. The film’s writers, Rob Lambert and JohnMark Triplett, pack more jokes into a short than most indies have in a whole feature. Every line is funny in itself, but also sets up a spike for the line that follows.

The film also understands it’s own limitations, making simple moments ridiculous through the fearless use of ridiculous characters. In this way, the audience can trust the filmmakers to keep the funny coming. A high quality, 100% entertaining film that rewrites cliché with comedy that’s both fresh and comfortable.