Scorsese, De Niro, and Paul Schrader buffs will want to check out the documentary The Plot to Kill Reagan.
Ice Age 2: The Meltdown offers one comic-epic splendor after another.
You needn’t have watched every Best Picture winner to vote.
Veronica Mars at times seems unaware just how much of its energy is bound up in the relationship between the title character and her ex-boyfriend.
Harvey Keitel’s performance is one of the most committed in movie history.
Criminals try not to take their work home with them, but somehow it sneaks in anyway.
Alex Karpovsky’s debut feature will screen at the Harvard Film Archive on March 31.
David Chase and his writers are so cynical about people that they make Luis Buñuel seem like Frank Capra.
Wim Wenders, it seems, really, really, really loved The New World.
In the immortal words of pioneering film theorist Vachel Lindsay, this is fucking awesome.
Writer-director James Bai’s Puzzlehead which shows this week at the Two Boots Pioneer Theater, proves that ingenuity is currency.
Ridley Scott’s Gladiator aspires to be Spartacus by way of The Godfather.
In every Takamine film there’s a hazy quality that marks the filmmaker as an unapologetic sensualist.
From the get-go, fans of classic TV pegged The Sopranos as a series that owed plenty to English playwright and screenwriter Dennis Potter.
Matt Zoller Seitz’s Home is screening at this year’s RiverRun International Film Festival.
Among other things, Cassavetes hoped to offer young actors an alternative to the Method.
Talk about starting with a bang.
Depp strikes me as the sort of actor who always swings for the fences, even when a bunt would suffice.
I never knew Scott, so my sadness is a viewer’s sadness, purely selfish.
I’ll reserve sweeping qualitative pronouncements until the 12-episode arc has played out.