From beginning to end, the film is pandering—which is to say, campaigning for Oscar.
The disc’s extras are, umm, featherweight, but the film remains darling.
The film recognizes that we are at a precarious point in our human evolution.
Scratch what I said in my original review of the film, which was the best documentary of 2006.
Duck is an inexplicable study of hangdogitis, at once unwatchable and endearingly embarrassed.
This jambalaya of pop clutter, more perplexing than humorous in its insane brinkmanship, never stops boggling the mind.
Blessed by Fire is the film equivalent of an adult contemporary song.
With Meanwhile, the effects of Robert Altman’s cinema can now be traced to Argentina.
The film is loaded with one moment of bliss, shock and awe after another as lives cross and crash into each other in the same spirited way the celluloid slows down.
The inner life of Martin Frost reeks of misogyny, and the film that enshrines his egomania makes half-assed aspirations to Goethe.
Like United 93, Day Night Day Night exploits our post-9/11 anxieties.
Though this is the story of only one pilot, the film would almost have us believe all bad sitcoms happen on purpose.
What Hermila is looking for is never clear, but it’s evident that she will essay her happiness completely on her own terms.
Shortbus isn’t better than sex, but it’s trailblazing.
See Requiem and witness the greatest performance of 2006.
The story is told by Rajko Grlic as a carefree series of serio-comic encounters, recalling the spirit of Catch-22.
Finally, a Bond adventure one can enjoy without apology.
A bold piece of reconstruction, Blockade is a testament to the power of archival footage.
The air isn’t salty in this first film by Alessandro Angelini but it certainly feels leaden with something.
Throughout, Emanuele Crialese employs an unusually expressive technique that is at once poignant and reserved.