The meaning of its title is a mystery, but then, so are many things in Brooks Branch’s film.
Alex Gibney once again puts institutional corruption in his nonfiction crosshairs with Casino Jack and the United States of Money.
It really skids off the rails at the midway mark, at which point it sharply shifts its attention to the links between falcon smuggling and Osama bin Laden.
It’s the film’s more general, humanistic portrait of man’s multifaceted nature that truly inspires
Jay Anania’s William Vincent is a turgid experiment in elliptical lyricism.
Don’t let Mercy’s title fool you, as there’s no clemency here from cliché or pretentiousness.
The documentary is cautiously inspiring in its snapshot of independence blossoming amidst oppression.
Lucky Life reflects on issues of remembrance, life, and death with a heartfelt lyricism bordering on affectation.
Little more than an ethnographic sketch, American Mystic supplies slender snapshots of three Americans practicing alternative religions.
The film is a cross between Greenberg and The Answer Man, with a few extra helpings of quirk.
Hate mail for the hoity-toity art world, Boogie Woogie demonstrates the same mercy to its milieu that a flesh-eater might show a fresh carcass.
This sloppy trifle is merely the latest piece of disposable Friday night mainstream-cinema juvenilia.
Baseball movies generally lean toward the mawkishly uplifting, an inclination wholly embraced by The Perfect Game.
A high-concept premise too-tidily comments on its underlying subject matter in The Joneses.
Parsing truth from fiction is a taxing task in Exit Through the Gift Shop, a film allegedly by famed British street artist Banksy.
Shawn Levy’s direction is slapdash and stolid, but it’s the material that’s truly busted.
From greedy optimism to ignominious death—the trajectory of film noir rarely changes, only the particulars that dot that downward path.
Ambiguity leads to inanity in After.Life.
The Last Song marries Hannah Montana moppet Miley Cyrus and soapy novelist Nicholas Sparks to unsurprisingly melodramatic results.
The film is too monotonous to deliver more than a mild hack-and-slash high.