The Eclipse is a much duller tale than its Irish literary festival setting would suggest.
The film is a twee Danish comedy that alternates trite New Age psychological moves with outbursts of cartoonish violence.
With Outrage, filmmaker Kirby Dick falls short of his previous, nuanced work in Sick and Derrida.
These bucolic 30-year-old ninnies are even more tiresome than the randy little shits the stars played in their breakthrough vehicle.
The film is a revelatory howl against the still-gestating, $8 trillion-and-counting financial-services industry bailout.
A largely sentimental documentary of the final months of the Valhalla of New York punk clubs and the failed attempts to save it.
Easy Virtue gracelessly flattens its creator’s light gifts.
Exasperating for its mundane narrative of youthful non-courtship camouflaged by Manhattan street-video naturalism.
It banks on the sizzle of its pair of young female stars and their enactment of class and erotic tensions to flavor its Sapphic noir melodrama.
Looking for an adultery- and revenge-fueled family melodrama so subdued that it keeps a hit-and-run fatality, cuckoldry, and murder entirely off screen?
Revanche is a character-driven fallout-from-crime tale full of midsummer sunlight and yearnings for redemption.
El Tiante’s narrative is a ready-made tearjerker.
Il Divo treats the scandal that brought down Italian Prime Minister Giulio Andreotti with acerbic bemusement.
Heddy Honigmann’s presence is mostly low-key and observational, binding her interviewees’ testimony with recurring footage of recent heads of state.
Kevin Macdonald can’t begin to approach the paranoid genre mastery seen in the films of John Frankenheimer and Alan Pakula.
The film is a workmanlike slab of agitprop against racially profiled drug sweeps and plea bargains that extort innocents into ruin.
Coming off helming the Judd Apatow-produced smash Superbad, Mottola goes for more blatantly tender notes in filming his pet project.
Sugar ultimately runs headlong away from the clichés that mar formula sports-related narrative films.
Unmade Beds portrays its seekers as planets aspiring to bubblehood, or at least one tandem leap into the void.
Mid-August Lunch is at best a cute anecdote that scrapes by at just over 70 minutes.