Directors Don Argott and Demian Fenton spent years visiting with Pentagram lead singer Robbie Liebling and his manager, Sean Pelletier, collecting the footage they needed to craft this impressively candid portrait of squandered talent and drugged-out self deception. Last Days Here comprehensively documents the progression of Liebling’s late-stage career as he meanders from cult metal washout to unlikely, yet still tragic, hero.

According to the opening narration of Blue Like Jazz, the most important elements of a story are setting, conflict, climax, and resolution. By that standard, the film is an utter disaster. Insipid caricatures whose actions never coalesce into meaningful conflict populate the screen. The meandering story remembers plot points only when they are convenient, so its climax lacks impact, let alone coherence. A murky middle section means there is no hope of a satisfying conclusion.

Brief, flighty, and with ostensibly recognizable stylistic influences, Boy has all the makings of a film that will pass right under your nose, so seemingly slight you’ll be tempted to disregard it. Don’t. Like many movies that attempt to use light, pervasive irony and a wacky, precise visual sense to dig into deeper issues — like the ways that family and/or childhood turn into complex stuff — this movie risks coming off as a silly lark.

It’s unfortunately an important question: Will The Assault, France’s newest filmic tribute to the skill of its police force, benefit from the recent rise of interest in the French special forces after last month’s standoff against Mohammed Merah? Merah, a French-Algerian living in Toulouse, turned a cold-blooded killing spree into a prolonged standoff with the cops, at the end of which seven people had been killed. Pictures of elite French cops in full combat gear have been ubiquitous in the news ever since.

I don’t want to be a jerk, but God Bless America kind of sucks. A bitter old guy, Frank (Joel Murray), gets laid off from his job and is diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. He almost kills himself but instead decides to kill a horrid teenage reality TV star. That murder turns into a spree when Frank meets disillusioned high school student Roxy (Tara Lynne Barr). They kill jerks only, which makes them jerks.

“I am a good liberal hypocrite. I eat meat, but only abstract meat… I absolutely cannot eat anything that reminds me directly of an animal — chicken should be abstract. Chicken to me is McNuggets.” –Slavoj Žižek