The film heralds Hannah Senesh’s life with a sustained and striking briskness that avoids shameless exploitation.
You know the drill: No guild is better at predicting the winner of the Best Picture Oscar than the Directors Guild of America.
The noise that Oscar pundits make throughout the year feels as influential to this rat race as the awards handed out by critics.
There isn’t a malicious bone in the Thor Freudenthal film’s body.
It’ll be a close one, but we say: En Ra Ha!
No gay jokes, but the fat and ugly get thrown under the bus in ways unseen since About Schmidt.
There’s plenty here to keep the attention of both stoners and cinephiles alike.
The elegantly designed and sensitively laid out box set notably features tracks even diehard fans may not own on CD.
One reacts to Last Chance Harvey with about the same level of revulsion directed at its titular character by the people around him.
Documentaries in particular enjoyed a banner year, whether crafted by well-known legends of the medium or heretofore-unknown talents.
For about a minute or so, Australia promises to be some psychedelic version of The New World.
The film leaves an impression at once horrifying and ecstatic.
There’s no doubt that it does a body good, casting a chilling spell in the wake of Proposition 8.
Pixar pulls out all the stops for this three-disc special edition of WALL·E.
The film understands itself as a fantasy of escape that, like Shakespeare’s lush artwork, hopes to both rouse the senses and one’s conscience.
The film dumps on audiences a plot that consists of 500-some-odd puzzle pieces that all come together exactly as you expect.
Give me the first Hellboy any day, but it’s always fun to see the new creatures del Toro comes up with for his netherworlds.
The end result not only constitutes an uncomfortable collusion of fact and fiction but also suggests we’re being indoctrinated into a cult.
What does all this harried fuss point to beyond the fact that these people live irritatingly self-involved lives?
Kind of like a roller coaster ride—on a Transsiberian cross-country train—without any of the amenities.