Phillip Noyce’s The Quiet American is a stirring account of colonialism in matters of the heart.
A flimsy package, yes, but a great way to shush conservatives during painful get-togethers.
How will James Bond now reconcile that he’s become a parody of a parody of a parody?
Abel Ferrara is at once a stirring realist and a remarkable formalist.
Serious film-lovers may need to take a shower afterward but this meaty DVD edition of Men in Black II will keep fans happily occupied.
Polanski catalogs a man’s tragic march to freedom with an elegant absurdism.
The documentary is a sad celebration of the endurance of the creative process.
The calculated vigor and brutalism should appeal to anyone who hates reading subtitles.
They refreshingly derives its jolts from the fears that haunted us as children.
So this is what a rhetorical question looks like on the big screen.
Equilibrium is likely to appeal only to the sci-fi fanboy who thinks “Carmina Burana” is the greatest of techno songs.
Kippers for breakfast, Aunt Helga? Is it St. Swithen’s Day already?
This is an invaluable collection for fans of Parker and Stone’s biting television series.
This not-so meaty DVD package for this nifty B-movie creation is a major let-down.
Christopher Plummer, Jim Broadbent, and Tom Courtenay have a blast playing the film’s Dickensian horrors for laughs.
In this much-ado-about-nothing procedural, Juan Carlos Fresnadillo reduces his characters to pawns lost in a Greek labyrinth.
This is The Eminem Show, told by Eminem for the Eminem fan.
The film is a work of pure aesthetic rapture whose camera movements are the stuff of dreams.
Rising Place has flavor to burn but still feels as if its choking on crawfish.
The film’s money shot is audacious yet tender, recalling a more notorious sequence from Viridiana.