Forget the misleading title, what’s with the unexplained baboon cameo? How about all the “kiss already” gay subtext?
A meaty package for a 15-year-old film that did for the extra-marital affair what Jaws did for swimming.
Fatal Attraction is still notable for Glenn Close’s resilient, complex performance.
Javier Corcuera allows the pervasive poverty of the film’s Texans and the downtrodden minority faces to subtly indict the heartlessness and racism of America’s judicial system.
It’s all about Alan Arkin and his all-too-real take on jealousy in the workplace.
Oh, if Scarlett O’Hara had only known the words to “Ghanan Ghanan.”
L’Avventura, the first movement in Antonioni’s great tetralogy, remains the most haunting representation of the ennui of modern life.
World Traveler is set up as a kind of paradigm of consciousness ethereally obsessed with a man’s physical beauty.
Nicole Burdette’s screenplay is less concerned with engaging the spirits of the past than it is with, well, blowing hot air.
By film’s end, Changing Lanes questions the effects of individual morality on a collective consciousness.
Eastwood is the selling point here, but this one is for the jazz fans.
Serendipity is the kind of movie that’s perhaps best savored on the small screen.
The Usual Suspects has always kind of sat there, hoping that you’ll love it for its twist ending.
A top-notch DVD package from the folks at MGM Home Entertainment.
If you squint just right, you might swear your watching A General’s Daughter, Double Jeopardy, or Kiss the Girls.
Sure, its timing couldn’t be worse, but haven’t we seen Big Trouble before?
It so boldly confronts stringent cultural traditions it’s a minor miracle it never becomes glib.
Girls Can’t Swim is less concerned with the friendship of its two female leads than it is with parading its sexual shocks.
Stephen Earnhart’s homespun documentary has nothing but love for its posse of trailer park denizens.
Remember when it was cool to make fun of Barney and scream “whassup” when charging into a room?