The Bone Garden

“I wanted to make a movie without any red herrings.” So says writer/director of The Bone Garden, Mike Gutridge. And that’s an admirable goal as our genre’s rife with leering maintenance guys, bug-eyed garbage men and skulking homeless people. The Baltimorean mostly delivers, in a suburban romp whose tone and setting conjures up John Waters’ Serial MomContinue reading “The Bone Garden”