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Citizen Gangster (NR)

IFC Films

Did you know Canada had crime? I didn't. Between all the propaganda about our north-of-the-border neighbor being a socialist paradise of sorts, a Maple-drenched Utopia, to actually discover that it not only has crime, but criminal superstars as well — it's actually kind of nice to hear. And where did this newfound realization come from? The indie biopic Citizen Gangster, about the life of Edwin Boyd (Scott Speedman, the poor man's Ryan Gosling), the most notorious bank robber in Toronto history. After World War II, former soldier Boyd has a hard time finding work that's relevant to his skill set. Desperate to provide for his family and be somebody, he starts robbing banks with a debonair panache that no American thief could ever hope to duplicate. Which works, because this is a quiet, classy crime caper that's far too civil for any American director to duplicate. — Louis Fowler


Piranha 3DD (R)

The Weinstein Company

If a bad movie knows it's a bad movie and runs with it, does that make it a good movie? It depends on which direction it runs. There's "so bad it's good," to the left, "so bad it's worse" to the right, and then the dreaded middle of the road. Piranha 3DD has a workhorse spirit that keeps its straightforward trajectory steady; there's really no getting around the drive-in spectacle promised by its title, which is where the film's wisely stacked roster of alt-comedians like David Koechner and Paul Scheer comes in handy. But the decently rendered teen movie within, topped by real-deal, on-the-cusp talents Matt Bush and Danielle Panabaker, concludes with a clever bang. Plus, David Hasselhoff greasily devours a stunt lifeguard subplot, and Gary Busey throws a shoe or something. Piranha 3DD knows what it's supposed to be, but it finds its own, unexpected direction: "pretty good." — Justin Strout


Penumbra (NR)

IFC Films

Penumbra, the latest film from those Argentinian wunderkinds, the Boglianos, is the unsettling follow-up to their previous masterful exercise in suspense, Cold Sweat. Expectations were high after their breakout success, and damned if they didn't succeed on every level, crafting a pulse-pounding thriller that actually harkens to the best psychological works of Roman Polanski. As an eclipse looms over Buenos Aires, snotty real estate agent Marga is trying desperately to unload a rundown apartment, and she thinks she might have found the sucker. But as his associates start showing up with increasingly confounding and conflicting stories, things get weird. Is Marga slowly going crazy, or is there really some sort of occult kookiness going on instead? We're never given any easy answers, which is fine because the journey to ambiguity is a mind-bending, shape-shifting one that could only truly be pulled off by the Boglianos. And they do just that. — Louis Fowler

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