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A brisk film at just under 90 minutes, Donald Cried feels like the two-headed love child of Manchester By the Sea and the Trailer Park Boys. It’s about loss, the reconciliation of past failures, and northeastern rubes with all the class of a carnival barker. Out now at Screenland Armour, Avedisian’s film is worth seeing as much for what it says as for what it doesn’t.

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After a two-week, semi-accidental sabbatical, I return with Peter Berg’s darkest, funniest and best movie, “Very Bad Things.” And it’s perfect for the 3 a.m. treatment because under regular viewing conditions, you’d likely kill yourself. Standing in stark contrast to Berg’s more cineplex friendly recent work, “Very Bad Things” is a pitch-black comedy that moves [...]

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