The first African American ensemble comedy for the Christmas season. Really?
As they say, the proof is in the pudding, and Taxi to the Dark Side has plenty of it.
Ben Affeck’s directorial debut plays like Mystic River for Lifetime.
Evincing scant understanding for how lives are genuinely soured beyond points of no return, City of Men settles for choice-is-yours bathos.
Crónica de una Fuga plays like a feature-length (and un-funny) version of the Beastie Boys’s “Sabotage” video.
The film is a collage of Herculean feats of technical wizardry that would be easy to dismiss if it wasn’t so humane.
The only thing that’s missing from what may be the DVD release of the year is an actual Cuban cigar.
Joe Wright overlooks the class divisions that haunt the nooks and crannies of McEwan’s novel.
Righteousness has rarely been conveyed on screen with such shrillness.
August Rush’s devotion to following through on its screwy internal logic is almost genius.
The transcendent empathy of Billy the Kid leaves almost every other documentary on the block behind.
What Mike Newells film lacks in brio it makes up for in reverence.
Is it a dream that two of cinema’s holiest of grails arrive on Region 1 DVD on the same day? If so, don’t wake me up.
If Donnie Darko was Richard Kelly’s Eraserhead, then maybe Southland Tales is his Dune.
A glaring gap in film history has now been filled with the long-awaited release of the film on home video.
It’s worth sticking with the film for Marc Anthony’s performance.
Stop sawing logs, this is the definitive Twin Peaks DVD box set.
A Broken Sole is a bad movie, worse theater.
Ratatouille is darling, even if I’m still of the opinion that a rat will eat your face if you let your guard down for a second.
Moore’s passion is undermined by his sketchy documentary techniques, but we need Sicko as much as I need health insurance.