The film works hard to make the audience part of its con and not a victim of it.
After last year’s delectable Merci Pour Le Chocolat, The Flower of Evil must count as a disappointment.
Picture it…Italy…2003.
A solid audio transfer and a nifty collection of supplemental materials highlight this DVD edition of Boyle’s solid genre spooker.
In Pieces of April, writer-director Peter Hedges makes an entertainment out of stringing his audience along.
Souleymane Cissé’s hypnotic Yeelen evinces a profound understanding and respect for the shape of things.
The joy of The Station Agent is how McCarthy evokes the loneliness of Finbar’s life using simple stretches of silence.
The film suggests a queer live-action version of Super Mario Bros. with Sean Hayes as Bowser.
You’re not buying this for the snow on the ground, but for SpongeBob’s bipolar breakdowns.
Elephant has been criticized for not offering enough justification for its violence when, in actually, it seems to offer too much.
One of the things that makes the film so fascinating is how Mathieu’s moral justifications are betrayed by Buñuel’s own irrational defilements.
Too bad the film isn’t as politically subversive as it thinks it is (or should have been).
The film is neither as funny as it should be nor is it as mysterious as its initial self-reflexivity would have you believe.
The film’s disjointed structure seemingly exists for no other reason than to make an entertainment out of its characters’ miseries.
Beyoncé shows that she can command a choir on the quickie “Swing Low Sweet Chariot” as easy as she can a pop group.
Too bad the film is never as soulful as the songs the characters sing.
The film suggests that narrative preconceptions are as silly and arbitrary as morality.
Luis Buñuel’s Academy Award-winning film is a vintage as dry as an aged martini.
Funny stuff. That is, if you like the dry, incessant sound of crickets on summer evenings.
Been there, done that.