A true-life tale of inadvertent self-destruction, Deep Water’s generic title belies its haunting incisiveness.
The Hottest State is thoroughly infused with its creator’s pretentious indie-bohemian persona.
Fierce People is structured around the type of analogy that makes one pine for total sensory failure.
Don’t be fooled by the titular reference to Jacques Tati’s classic, droll M. Hulot’s Holiday.
Is this all there is to mainstream indie filmmaking?
It’s a western that, at the moment of truth, too closely remakes when what was truly necessary was reinvention.
At what cost, naturalism?
Ryan Reynolds may not be a demigod, much less a full-fledged deity, but he plays one to sterling effect in The Nines.
Will Ferrell is not in a joking mood throughout much of the run-of-the-mill featurettes available in the disc’s extras department.
Leila Conners Petersen and Nadia Conners’s film is a distinctly expressive work.
Superbad exhibits a precise understanding of young male anxieties, desires, and camaraderie.
Marigold is Bollywood for Beginners.
Quirky, quirky, quirky goes Rocket Science. Round, round, round roll my eyes.
Brett Ratner’s glossy direction doesn’t add much energy or style to the vacuous plot and tame action.
A fierce little spooker with screwy notions of how to salve a wounded relationship.
This is a tired rehash of every SNL alum’s big-screen debut since Adam Sandler’s Billy Madison.
King of California sees something, albeit not as much as one might hope.
Who’s Your Caddy? is a fiasco that never met a crass stereotype it didn’t milk for lowest-common-denominator laughs.
Naming Number Two peddles familial reconciliation while making one pine for familial annihilation.
No Reservations is a cinematic culinary treat for those without a discerning palate.