God works in mysterious ways.
Bobby is not better than JFK but it is not completely without value.
Hilary Swank and Imelda Staunton butt heads outside the Oscar arena and she still kicks her ass.
Cold, shallow existentialism. Save your money for the upcoming DVD release of Army of Shadows.
The lengths Wayne Beach’s story goes to in order to cop a feel from The Usual Suspects is as embarrassing as his Showtime aesthetic.
Stephen Anderson’s film trembles in the shadow of Brad Bird’s The Incredibles.
Not only unwatchable but bound to destroy a few Christmas memories.
Sketchy as its lack of dramatic detail and psychological nuance may be, Ping Pong is not without its surprises.
Coming back to Volver is to be reminded of Almodóvar’s unmistakable genius.
Amnon Buchbinder’s very-Canadian Whole New Thing may be the thorniest film on the cine-block.
Like I Am Sam, it is easy to laugh at Marc Evans’s Snow Cake because sincerity appears to have had nothing to do with its creation.
The film pushes an off-putting message about unchecked privilege that reeks of capitalist pigdom.
By the year 2027, Children of Men’s cult status will be more apparent than ozone.
The case of Sacco and Vanzetti haunts us to this day when immigrants continue to be scapegoated by our nation’s politicos.
What is the purpose of Headspace and for whom has it been designed?
Given the already impossibly low standards of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles franchise, the worthlessness of this new CGI adventure isn’t surprising.
Come for the colors, stay for Gong Li’s performance.
Not a great movie but still better than half the movies nominated for an Academy Award this year.
Though not the best film version of Bizet’s famous opera, Mark Dornford-May’s Berlinale-winner may be among the most loyal.
I was in awe of his ability to keep his shit together given the inanities that came out of the mouth of the opposing talking head.