An eyesore on the big screen, Valentine’s Day is now close to one on your TV. Go read The Sound and the Fury instead.
Eastwood’s dull Invictus receives a lackluster welcome to home video.
The tedious Legion teaches us nothing, except that Paul Bettany matches a fetching brunette.
The film is a marriage made in audience-capitulating hell.
The image and sound presentation is muscular, but in the guilty annals of Mel Gibson’s career as an actor, the film is nothing but puny.
A hodgepodge of Steinbeckian clichés, Touching Home isn’t a film that exists for our benefit.
Yes, North Face is half a great movie. The mountain steals the show.
Rather than add to a memorable canon of images, all visions of helplessness, this film simply replicates them.
This hypnotically photogenic journey into the depths of the ocean blue exists to appeal to the imaginations of young and old alike.
The Human Centipede is fascinating for refusing to wear its meaning on its sleeve.
Criterion does right by Olivier Assayas’s lovely tone poem, his best film since Late August, Early September.
The Cannes Film Festival runs from May 11 to 23.
A solid DVD presentation of a highly dubious documentary experience.
Spectacularly witless, In My Sleep is another depressing reminder of what happens when you give cameras to jocks.
Where the film really comes alive is in its giving of a human face to those affected by New Jersey’s thuggish education system.
The Black Waters of Echo’s Pond is, like The House of the Devil, a throwback, though this is a decidedly bridge-and-tunnel experience.
Nicolas Cage’s performance is some kind of tour de force.
This is catnip for boys who worship Michael Bay, James Cameron, George Lucas, and Roland Emmerich as gods.
Universal still hasn’t gotten with the times, hence this barn-burner of a video having been pulled from YouTube.
This is a disappointing DVD package of Ritchie’s slick but giddily inspired Sherlock Holmes reboot