Instead of using the titular metaphor as a means to seek deeper, darker ends, Isabel Coixet proceeds to restate it over and over again.
A hodgepodge of horny-old-man clichés writ large, staged as a gleeful affirmation of its male lead’s ego and entitlement.
As wonderful to see and hear as any film about song and dance ever made, Flamenco Flamenco remains one of the decade’s unsung masterworks.
Criterion’s new 2K Blu-ray adeptly demonstrates why the film is ready for its (redux) close-up.
Even when tragedy strikes early on, the revelation is just another “growing up is hard” dot on the grid.
The kind of wholly misconceived thriller that begs asking precisely what its filmmakers were seeking to accomplish.
Sam de Jong’s film revives hope for a pop-art cinema capable of treating characters like humans rather than pawns on a chess board.
Criterion’s sharp new Blu-ray of Jules Dassin’s Night and the City ensures the film’s life will extend until the home-video sunset.
Bobcat Goldthwait’s hand too nervously tempers Barry Crimmins’s outré tactics as kooky showmanship bred from unimaginable trauma.
The poetic pretenses are compounded by a sledgehammer insistence on elusive and irreducible moments as inherently beautiful.
Here’s a documentary so insidious, so comprehensively scrubbed clean, that it argues for the therapeutic powers of consumerism.
One senses that all of these kinds of docs are aggrandizing shrines made by artists trying to erect something out of nothing.
Robert Gordon and Morgan Neville reinforce the very circumstances they outwardly condemn.
Neveldine talked to us about his foray into short-story writing and the visual strategies used in The Vatican Tapes.
Like technological innovation itself, Mark Neveldine’s film seems overwhelmed by the reach of all its techo-cultural parts.
This set of two essential films is light on meaningful supplements, but high on quality cinema.
One wishes the director had as burning of an interest in significance as he does trickery and quippery.
Another effort to explain how difficult it is to be a young, white, smart, non-disfigured, upper-middle-class male.
Like the burly projectionist of the film, this splendid Blu-ray may have you shouting: “Culture! Culture!”
The film ultimately succeeds as a convincing social plea, but fails as compelling cinema.