The film is another exercise in putatively sympathetic, ostensibly instructive teen issue-ism.
The show embodies the brittle, belittling daytime awkwardness of our dead-end corporate jobs and mind-numbingly mundane relationships.
This is essential viewing for the dramatist’s fans, and anyone interested in tracing the rough-trod path to the phenomenon of My Fair Lady.
The show proves that a gift for angular one-liners and comedic ideas won’t necessarily transcend the dull mediocrity of most cable-based primetime.
Jessica Hausner’s film is a deliberately paced examination of Catholic mysticism with sharp sprinkles of magical realism.
The program turned out to be more or less a Loudon Wainwright show with the distinction of exemplary recent material.
Debra J. Solomon’s vision isn’t terribly ambitious, but she compensates for her lack of complexity with an unusually likeable animating style.
The film is an infectiously amused, if ultimately slight, portrait of irrepressible wanderlust and child-like curiosity.
This is a film ostensibly about working-class American issues but utterly lacking the concern for triumph or failure that would evince social relevance.
This is a timely, f-bomb-laden comedy that doesn’t require breaking a sweat to produce or appreciate.
This filmic essay on the aftermath of the Yom Kippur War finds Susan Sontag toying with audio-visual cues and narrative irony in ineloquent if occasionally endearing ways.
The documentary beats in arrhythmic time with its subjects’ fascinating, and strangely familiar, confusion.
Falling Awake is more of a digitally prettified endurance test than a film.
Wim Wenders’s film evokes an America most Americans yearn to gaze on.
Paris, Texas belongs to the rare tradition of American art that actually fills me with nostalgic love for the sleepy Southwest.
Fellini unwaveringly embraces cinema as a cavernous expression of the panicked id.
It’s still not much more than an Oulipian ode to the thicket of middle-aged sexuality, but on Blu-ray the thicket appears far more paean-worthy.
In Search of Memory is a deservedly celebratory, if gratingly desultory, examination of the biological mechanisms that enable learning.
The putative objectivity of Waiting for Armageddon isn’t quite politically savvy enough to strike its realpolitik target.
The success of The Chaser lies in its angularly superficial courage.