The opening titles for “Insidious: Chapter 2” just read “Insidious.” They’re in flickering red letters accompanied by a cacophony of stringed instruments, just like before. The “Chapter 2” addendum only comes later. That’s because this isn’t so much of a sequel as it is the completion of the first film, each complimenting the other.
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“The Canyons” is one of those mythical projects you hear echoes about in film circles but never actually expect to see in real life. A film from Paul Schrader, director of “American Gigolo,” written by unabashed curmudgeon Brett Easton Ellis? Starring Lindsay Lohan and sperm magnate James Deen?
Surely that doesn’t exist. Surely that would never be a thing. But it does, and it is.
The film opens with a series of stills of abandoned and closed cinemas of greater Los Angeles — long forgotten evidence of Hollywood’s heyday. They represent a time when going to the movies was an event and not just something you pulled up on your phone while on a long subway ride. If you love film as I do, this thing’s already depressing.
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