After a repeat viewing, Caché may make or break your opinion of Haneke—which is just how the auteur probably wants it.
The film's color wheel is a little oversaturated, thus negating the grit Tommy Lee Jones was surely after.
The White Countess is an unceremonious denouement for the erudite Merchant Ivory label.
Throughout, Tommy Lee Jones carries Pete’s weight of grief but without betraying the character’s emotional impenetrability or slack conscience.
No filmmaker since Hitchcock is as consumed by his own voyeurism—and moreover, ours—as Michael Haneke.
Multimedia artist at heart, and generous almost to a fault, Miranda July is continually folding the audience into her diagram.
When you take interactive sex questionnaires, do you easily become sexually aroused?
The film labors to unearth the comic foibles in a pair of immigrant smugglers’ miserable existence.
Writer-director Paul Weitz warms over the cold truth of corporate globalization by giving it a puppy-cute face,
Bill Condon’s provocative, problematic biopic takes an unapologetically reverential stance in its portrayal of the 1940s sex research pioneer.
You wouldn’t know it from the cover art, but the excellent video transfer on this Clearing DVD shows that Robert Redford is rapidly pushing 70.
Now it’s time to say goodbye...Disney closes the doors to its animation studio with the beautifully drawn but lousy Home on the Range.
Love always has the last word? No, love means never having to see this movie.
Four not-so-probing documentaries highlight this Taking Lives DVD, which should appeal only to fans of Angelina Jolie’s boobies.
The film gives new resonance to why the first in a franchise is often dubbed the original.
The Clearing needed the firm hand of a Hollywood insubordinate, not a sycophant.
Kristian Levring’s follow-up to The King Is Alive again exploits the device of strangers in a strange land.
Eruotrip barely made a blip at the box office, but DreamWorks does right by it on this DVD edition in the supplements department.
At a certain point, the film is not merely bathing in its puddle of grotesquerie, but drowning in it.
Magnanimous yet slapdash, The Blonds records Albertina Carri’s effort to satiate her—and her nation’s—parentless identity.