The blockbusters bloom early in 2012

By PETER KEOUGH | February 27, 2012

Meanwhile, appealing to that key demographic of adults still living in their family basement, Jay and Mark Duplass's JEFF WHO LIVES AT HOME (March 16) stars Jason Segel as the title slacker and Ed Helms as his more enterprising brother.

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BUFFET DINING: THE 15TH BOSTON UNDERGROUND FILM FESTIVAL | March 19, 2013
"Copraphagy" is a key word at this year's Boston Underground Film Festival at the Brattle.

REVIEW: GINGER & ROSA | March 19, 2013
Sally Potter likes to mess around with form and narrative.

UNDERGROUND CINEMA: THE 12TH BOSTON TURKISH FILM FESTIVAL | March 12, 2013
This year's Boston Turkish Film Festival includes works in which directors ponder the relationships between the secular and the religious, between men and women, and between destiny and identity.

REVIEW: A GLIMPSE INSIDE THE MIND OF CHARLES SWAN III | March 12, 2013
In Roman Coppola's sophomoric second feature (his 2001 debut CQ was promising), Charlie Sheen shows restraint as the titular asshole, a dissolute ad designer and solipsistic whiner who's mooning over the loss of his latest love.

REVIEW: UPSIDE DOWN | March 14, 2013
Had Ed Wood Jr. directed Fritz Lang's Metropolis , he couldn't have achieved the earnest dopiness of Juan Solanas's sci-fi allegory — nor the striking images.