Cuarón’s virtuostic vision is laced with magical-realist touches and reflective of the constant flux that is the bane of so many refugee and immigrant lives.
The film is not a tapestry so much as it is an inflammation of white culpability.
The film feels flimsy at 71 minutes, lacking both in ambition and focus.
Dance Party, USA is attuned to teenspeak frequencies, but its title is some kind of presumptuous.
Remember when Brittany Murphy said she would never tell in Don’t Say a Word?
Each of its stories is a hissy fit of heinous proportions, one progressively worse than the other.
Another distasteful Ron Howard production impeccably preserved on DVD.
Cautiva cowers in the shadow of Andrés Wood’s artful and daring political drama Machuca.
A sweet film, but those who don’t shop at Walmart will get the short end of the stick in the features department.
The film is a kindred spirit of The Mushroom Club, Steven Okazaki’s Oscar-nominated documentary about the legacy of the atomic bomb in Hiroshima.
Sloppy Seconds gets off on the twisted lengths people will go to in order to get their groove on.
The film invites us to squirm at uncomfortable human interactions that are funny for reasons at once superficial and deeply thoughtful.
The tenor of The Magic Gloves reveals a certain kinship to the deadpan cinema of Aki Kaurismäki and Jim Jarmusch.
No matter how long the film runs, it’s still a funny addition to the Strangers with Candy universe.
Art docs are the new black.
Really, it could have been worse-like, say, Shadowboxer’s fantasy of Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Mo’Nique as lovers.
Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Mo’Nique as lovers? Now we’ve seen everything.
Dexter, a good drama but an average psychological study, is always pointing out distinctions between right and wrong.
What Is It? could be a mashup of shout-outs to the films of Buñuel, Lynch, Jodorowsky, Herzog, and Kuchar.
Director Mark Becker is sensitive but never gushing, smart but never aloof, and his use of montage suggests a poet’s imagination.