Marcel Carné’s sweeping, yearning, and ravishing film warns that romantic entanglement is nothing but a bog in which we all eventually get stuck.
After two seasons of extreme human toil and relentless zombie carnage, it remains a frustrating mixed bag of intense highs and melodramatic lows.
From Liberty Valance to Daniel Plainview, Hollywood has always loved a good bastard.
A brilliantly macabre examination of evil seamlessly infecting those passionless souls indifferent to the threat of violent political transition.
The Dardennes’ singular story of survival and relentless persistence burns with the kind of immediacy that will make it forever relevant.
Red Hook Summer mostly feels like a series of vignettes where the focus is a boy’s evolving sense of community, faith, and family.
It’s hard not to get a little nostalgic while trying to determine one’s favorite films of all time.
Russell’s kinetic head trip about the dangers of scientific self-indulgence comes to high definition in a forgettable package.
Great protest art like Gillo Pontecorvo’s classic film will always be necessary.