Felon won’t rock your world but may endear you to more than just Stephen Dorff’s abdominal muscles.
Brand Upon the Brain! may or may not be your cup of tea, but the title is fitting: You’ll never forget it.
Irina Palm blows but Marianne Faithfull gives it her all.
The stand-out, Dog Tags, vividly dramatizes its characters’ desires, all rooted in the decrepitude of land and memory.
My fantasy world is way cooler, and less offensive, than Woody Allen’s.
For artistic representation, Jack Brooks: Monster Slayer gets a near-perfect score, less so for its restrained sense of fun.
Sadly, the film never poses the argument that Reverend Albert Wagner’s work is special precisely because it illuminates the politics of shame.
This DVD release boasts what’s ssentially a tapas-like collection of extras.
Well, at least its better than Jarrett Schaefer’s Chapter 27.
The image and sound, like the hearty collection of extras, are fit for an Oscar-winner.
Isabel Coixet tosses off her adaptation of Philip Roth’s novella The Dying Animal with an elegant, bemused fascination.
After Sideways and, now, Bottle Shock, it’s official: I love wine as much as I hate movies about people who love wine.
Top Ranking’s hotness can’t—and shouldn’t—be downplayed.
Whether she wants it or not, Patti Smith now has a No Direction Home to call her own.
A mad collage of curly-cueing rhymes, direct addresses, sly reproachments, playful chest thumping, and self-beatdowns.
For anyone who preferred Oliver Bean to Malcolm in the Middle, behold Sixty Six.
21, in which Kevin Spacey lecherously sizes up a line of female strippers at a Vegas casino, now serves as the greatest testament to the man’s talent as an actor.
Back to Normandy is a nostalgic travelogue with philosophical aspirations.
Kirk De Micco’s Space Chimps is rated G, but what for?
Director Shibata Gô’s coup is never sentimentalizing Sumida’s condition.