Hardboiled noir play-acting doesn’t get more sluggish than in this leaden tale that blurs the line between reality and delusion in ways less intriguing than simply confusing.
Tobias Lindholm’s hostage-negotiation drama wields its verité style for maximum tension.
Makinov’s film expertly crafts a sense of dawning madness that hinges on its villains’ unspoken fury at their elders.
A wannabe French-style infidelity farce that keeps indulging in unnecessary bathos and subplots.
The film butchers the franchise’s legacy more or less beyond repair.
Olivier Assayas’s film is content to comfortably coast along the directionless courses charted by its characters.
A final optimistic note reinforces the film’s belief in music as a means of escape.
It’s Cristian Mungiu’s staging and compositional skill that lends the material its true sense of dawning dread.
Assuming a gruesome grimness far removed from Judge Dredd, Travis’s film takes a bleak RoboCop-ish approach to its source material.