Michael Sheen stumbles in trying to pull off this delicate feat in Music Within.
Though based on a true story, this severely corny tale is, in fact, largely fiction save for its basic narrative outline.
The film is a courtroom procedural, yet one in which the central trial’s outcome is of far less concern than the mechanisms of the Japanese legal system itself.
The Coens bring a touch of levity to their adaptation of Cormac McCarthy’s bleak novel.
The movie is “more than meets the eye”: an elaborate advert for the U.S. military. “Be all that you can be” would have been more honest.
This expertly executed but hollow exercise in imaginative biography reveals next to nothing about Bob Dylan.
A George Clooney-headlined drama that, for a time, effectively taps into a contemporary disgust with amoral corporate profiteering.
There’s no evading the gracelessness of Good Night.
The film is a jovial endeavor aimed at once again addressing the meager and disparaging big-screen representation of Asian-Americans.
Hou Hsiao-hsien’s long takes are intimately attuned to his ongoing thematic interest in the bonds between the past, present, and future.
The Axe in the Attic becomes as much the story of its makers as one about the economic and personal cost of Hurricane Katrina.
Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson is a likeable enough actor, but a clichéd family film like The Game Plan puts that charm to the test.
Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner thrives thanks to its fundamental appropriation of noir elements.
The ridiculous amount of extras packed into this two-disc DVD expand on the film’s humor to unprecedented degrees.
The ingredients that have increasingly defined Wes Anderson’s films seem, with The Darjeeling Limited, to have become something like limitations.
Dane Cook is not funny. Not at all. Not ever.
Take some notes, Dubya: Jamie Foxx has the anti-terrorism tactics you’ve been craving.
The film will make you pine for a poison apple.
Steeped in the lyrical fatalism of that last great decade for the western, the ‘70s, Andrew Dominik’s film owes a debt to myriad spiritual ancestors.
A thorough adaptation of Lynn H. Nicholas’s book, The Rape of Europa scrupulously details a Nazi practice usually relegated to historical footnotes.