After the one-two-three punch of Tesis, Open Your Eyes, and The Others, Alejandro Amenábar has gone completely out of his mind.
The film’s expressive comedown makes a last-minute terror alert all the more shocking.
The film is a masochistic spectacle of mostly unexamined violence, self-injury, rape, and naughty sex.
The film is a hollow CGI extravaganza that reduces a child’s fantasy trip to the North Pole to a roller coaster ride of excitement.
At what point after a film is greenlit does a movie exec turn to the filmmakers and demand an intimate “homo” moment between the screenplay’s straight dudes?
The film reduces the atrocities committed in the African country to the stuff of a rote suspense thriller.
In the end, the film succeeds only in applauding a materialistic, self-absorbed audience’s pop-cultural cheekiness.
On November 2nd, vote this Looney Tunes Golden Collection set into your permanent DVD collection.
Chazz Palminteri’s romantic dramedy Noel is predicated on all sorts of chance encounters.
Harvey Weinstein may suck, but according to Overnight, Troy Duffy sucks harder.
While the film’s obsession with race and representation may be intellectual, its justified anger and inquisitiveness is tempered with great sensitivity.
The Up Series is a powerful humanist statement that isn’t to be missed.
Kontroll is another “chill out” production at once lovely and sinister.
A great Christmas present for Mom, unless of course she’s a “castrating Manhattan career bitch,” in which case you’ll want to opt for the pinecone vibrator.
Nothing special in the extras department but Before Sunset is a film that truly speaks for itself.
Rock fans rejoice: Festival Express gets the red-carpet treatment on this two-disc DVD set.
Sorry, pervs, but Colin Farrell’s penis has stayed on the cutting room floor.
The video is good but the audio is spectacular. Beware though: You may need a hearing aide when you’re through.
There aren’t a lot of extras on this Unrated Director’s Cut DVD but there isn’t a single boring moment here.
Like Luchino Visconti, Franco Zeffirelli identifies with women, but he doesn’t know how to tap into their souls, only their clothes.