Bourgeois conformity is the real Public Enemy Number One in this still-startling domestic freak-out.
The occasional trenchant idea only makes you more impatient with Romero wasting his time with jokey shadows.
The film is notable for its aggressive miserablism, but also for its stellar photography, which this great transfer dutifully reveres.
Yet another dubious Guevara biopic that sees the man’s ideology as something to be worn and not questioned.
Not much star power bolstering the disc’s bonus features, but overall it’s a nice package for a rather small film.
A present-tense record of nation-splitting turmoil, the film is a landmark of activist cinema.
This is a political thriller that would have had Costa-Gravas and Oliver Stone furiously taking notes.
Earlier this year in Toronto, we chatted about charlatans and artists, Monty Python and Faustian deals, and, finally, Heath Ledger.
The film is a galumphing bacchanal of illusionist clutter that’s frequently unwieldy but rarely less than deeply felt.
The film plays most intriguingly as a curious meeting between simpatico but ultimately incompatible artists.
It’s a smooth ride, which is precisely the problem in a film proposing to examine a hollow character’s malaise.
This Christmas, no Arnaud Desplechin fan should be without a Blu-ray player.
It may not deserve the Criterion treatment, but fans will be pleased by the solid audio/video treatment it has received.
Admirable as it is in its refusal of easy excitement, the film’s insistent ennui can also be a humorless drag.
Winning isn’t everything, it’s the only thing in this pointed study of competitive obsessions and Phyrric victories.
It shares with the Abel Ferrara film a bottomless compassion for its crazies.
White Material strikes the senses as much as Claire Denis’s great films, but its lack of mystery ultimately keeps it from lingering like them.
There’s no denying the power of Bong’s tremendous stylistic control over the film’s shifts in mood.
Are the Coens jokers who tread on despair, or tragedians with a penchant for death’s-head humor?
Ever wonder about the ancestors of the murderous jocks in Funny Games?