After Fall, Winter ends up embracing the feared extremity of non-normative sexual desire.
Can somebody give me another cappuccino, puh-lease?
What begins as a puzzling situation with rather competent dialogue soon founders into a formulaic denouement.
W.E. is all about shameless visual pleasure, but not of the kind Laura Mulvey warned us back in the day.
Birkin literally incorporated Serge Gainsbourg’s ghostly presence Saturday night at the Luckman Fine Arts Complex in Los Angeles.
A Warrior’s Heart doesn’t just ooze sexism by the way it demands a perfect emulation of hetero-masculinity from its characters.
The First Rasta tells the life of Rastafarianism’s founder from precocious anti-colonialist to world traveler and social visionary.
Its simplicity and concision suggest the excess of meaning that language (cinematic or otherwise) could never account for.
Dzi Croquettes reclaims the eponymous avant-garde theater group as major figures in Brazil’s history of state terrorism and artistic resistance.
In Elite Squad: The Enemy Within, a much more intricate and exhilarating act than its predecessor, director José Padilha catches up with the Brazilian zeitgeist.
Although she knows that “there are no secrets anymore,” Rampling is careful not to lose her mystery.
Hipsters serves up allegorical realness as it follows a group of non-conformist youngsters who sartorially resist mind-numbing Soviet sameness.
Cargo’s violence feels somehow necessary and its plot twists surprisingly believable.
I’m not sure what part of Snowmen doesn’t scream completely inappropriate, sentimental Manichean drivel.
The film gets stuck in the way it wants to speak about human loss while keeping the nitty-gritty of its horrors at a safe distance.
The film interweaves the fascinating stories of two Harvard graduates who affected the course of history in very different ways.
The documentary is akin to those that turn the subjects of history into character-less spokespeople delivering today’s lesson plan.
Tiffany Shlain engages in the impossible task of making sense of her father’s frailty and legacy by utilizing the entire history of mankind.
In Search of God is didactic self-help drivel of the worst kind.
In Fordson: Faith, Fasting, Football, the game is a make-believe war of pent-up frustrations linking race, nation, and manhood.