Fabián Bielinsky is a filmmaker for whom concerns for aesthetic panache trump acute thematic inquisition.
They’re Just My Friends is the type of disastrous creation even a mother would have trouble loving.
Recidivism is the name of Gridiron Gang’s game.
This is one of the worst looking discs we’ve seen from a major video distributor in years.
Most of the film just lies there inertly, vainly waiting for one of its competitor duos to concoct something amusing to say.
The film isn’t a sequel to Ong-Bak: The Thai Warrior, but it’s a thinly disguised retread.
A gaseous movie experience gets a solid DVD treatment.
All the fertility rites in the secluded Pacific Northwest island of Summersisle can’t bring life to this barren remake of 1973’s The Wicker Man.
In the end, the documentary’s nonjudgmental perceptiveness renders its editorializing miscues negligible.
Vajra Sky Over Tibet is a reverential act of bearing witness to a culture and religion being systematically erased by the Chinese.
Articulations of genuine feelings are coded within rambling discussions about everything and nothing.
Crossover a pathetic imitation of an emotionally engaging, professionally made movie.
The duality between what one has/wants and what one is/desires to be proves to be a lackluster thematic spine.
Eleven years after Institute Benjamenta, the Quay Brothers return to the land of the live action.
Both filthier and funnier than Broken Lizard’s prior efforts, Beerfest is still decidedly hit-and-miss.
So Much So Fast addresses the miracle of parenthood, time’s fleetingness, the shortcomings of modern medical protocol.
How does one follow-up an Oscar-nominated documentary about sexual abuse perpetrated by members of the Catholic Church?
A cinematic echo of 2003’s double album Speakerboxxx/The Love Below, Idlewild is two separate movies in one.
Time and again, Snakes on a Plane stumbles when it should soar.
American Gun is the little sibling of Paul Haggis’s Crash. Its only charm is that it’s 20 minutes shorter.