A tongue-in-cheek take on Hollywood action films, Hot Fuzz operates off a series of contrasts.
Western charity for third-world natives comes under fire in Shelter, yet what truly deserves scorn is Marco Simon Puccioni’s pedantic and implausible storytelling.
Chris Rock remakes Eric Rohmer’s Chloe in the Afternoon, and it’s not as big a stretch as it sounds.
Denis Dercourt’s The Page Turner is a French thriller without a single thrill.
Michael Tucker and Petra Epperlein’s film is a less-unbiased and substantial companion piece to their Gunner Palace.
Though based upon a specific true story, Pride most closely resembles virtually every other inspirational Hollywood melodrama.
Geoffrey Enthoven’s The Only One concerns itself with the trials and tribulations of growing old.
American Cannibal’s ostensibly authentic narrative cannily reflects the way in which reality TV manufactures fraudulent “truth.”
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Money doesn’t buy happiness, but it does afford the opportunity to obtain (or reclaim) self-worth in Michal Rosa’s film.
With his second feature, Gradually…, Iranian director Maziar Miri explores the misogynistic group-think that plagues a young husband.
A cold synthetic invention, 300 catches the eye but leaves the heart indifferent.
With Great World of Sound, director Craig Zobel is shooting fish in a barrel.
The film is certainly a far preferable dramatic treatment of the Rwandan genocide than Hotel Rwanda.
Adam’s Apples is both too flippant to be moving as a spiritual allegory and too clumsy and unfunny to succeed as a deadpan comedy.
Sarah Polley’s directorial debut is a low-key, mature, and sensitive study of Alzheimer’s and its ramifications.
The film is backed by a solid character-based narrative foundation, as James Vanderbilt’s script never loses focus on his story’s human element.
Corneliu Porumboiu’s film is a deadpan comedy that evolves into a wry, politicized examination of truth.
This two-disc set is sure to keep Gilliam’s few Tideland fans buzzing for some time.
The South isn’t just in Brewer’s heart but underneath his fingernails as well.