One of our great modern melodramatists, Derek Cianfrance, a man seemingly born to make the most depressing movie of any given year, has switched gears to deliver something surprisingly warm and crowd-pleasing with Roofman. His earlier filmography is littered with bone-rattlingly bleak, yet always deeply involving works: a relationship splintering in real time in Blue Valentine; the generational sins of a dirtbag father rippling across years in The Place Beyond the Pines; and a doomed seafaring romance in The Light Between Oceans. The Canadian filmmaker knows how to wring tears and leave audiences emotionally concussed. That’s not to say Roofman, his first feature in nearly a decade, doesn’t have its share of moral murk and dramatic heft, it’s just the first time one of his films has felt genuinely nice. Read More









