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6 de dic. de 2019 · The Wolf Hour - Metacritic. Summary June (Naomi Watts) was once a celebrated counter-culture figure, but that was a decade ago. She now lives alone in her fifth floor South Bronx apartment, having all but cut herself off from the outside world. It’s the notorious “Summer of Sam” and June only has to look out of her window to see the ...
Retrouvez les 8 critiques et avis pour le film The Wolf Hour, réalisé par Alistair Banks Griffin avec Naomi Watts, Jennifer Ehle, Brennan Brown.
26 de ene. de 2019 · Once a known counterculture figure, June E. Leigh now lives in self-imposed exile in her South Bronx apartment during the incendiary '77 Summer of Sam. When an unseen tormentor begins exploiting June's weaknesses, her insular universe begins to unravel. Alistair Banks Griffin. Director, Writer.
13 de feb. de 2022 · “The Wolf Hour” brings to screen a writer’s nightmare while also making us trudge through a tremendous one-woman performance by Naomi Watts. Director/writer Alistair Banks Griffin takes us through an almost painful look at the character’s world that unfolds through many perceptions, but then, towards the end, we see that maybe the act was necessary to hide June’s truth.
La hora del miedo película dirigida por Alistair Banks Griffin y protagonizada por Naomi Watts, Jennifer Ehle y Brennan Brown. Año: 2019. Sinopsis: A reclusive woman named June lives in a run-down apartment in the South Bronx, completely isolated from the outside world. She watches below as the city descends into chaos during the 1977 ...
July 1977. New York is awash with escalating violence. June, once a celebrated counterculture figure, has shut herself inside her grandmother's South Bronx apartment. But her doorbell is ringing incessantly, the heat is unbearable and creeping paranoia take hold and June must determine whom she can trust. 102 IMDb 4.9 1 h 39 min 2020.
23 de jun. de 2019 · Shanghai Film Review: ‘The Wolf Hour’. Naomi Watts delivers a nuanced, nervy turn as a reclusive shut-in stewing in paranoia, writer's block and the heat of the 1977 Bronx summer. Run a finger ...
