Annapolis is an extended “Be All That You Can Be” advertisement for the character-building benefits of military service.
The drama exudes a sobering gravity, but after a while the whole thing starts to exhibit the look and feel of a History Channel original movie.
Debra Kirschner’s The Tollbooth has all the nuance of a stun gun.
If you like your horror films served analog-style, stay away from this digital-era junk heap.
The film reveals the depressingly thin line between elements of its fantastic setup and authentic American history.
Through the Fire is a case study in the consequences of making a sports documentary about a contemporary national figure.
The film’s aesthetic of glacial blue-steel tones and generic heavy metal is distinctive only insofar as it remains comprehensively plagiaristic.
John Hillcoat and Nick Cave envision civilization’s encroachment into the wild as necessitating an abolishment of coarse impulses
It’s all very, very adorable and uplifting in spite of Gaby Dellal’s half-hearted attempts to affect a grave, tortured tone.
Imagine Me & You’s conventionality is what makes it simultaneously progressive and a great, big snooze.
If Pizza were an actual pizza, it would be half-pineapple, half-broccoli.
The long-unavailable documentary is receiving a limited Manhattan theatrical engagement after a perfectly preserved print was recently discovered.
Artificiality is the name of Glory Road’s game.
Akira Kurosawa’s searing condemnation of post-WWII corporate corruption takes direct aim at his prior work’s humanistic hopefulness.
Kurosawa’s critique of unchecked corporate power functions as an uncharacteristically despondent counterpoint to his trademark humanism.
BloodRayne ably continues Uwe Boll’s indisputable reign as the worst filmmaker on the planet.
The Beauty Academy of Kabul captures the still-wide chasm between Western and Middle Eastern women’s realities.
On the Outs exhibits a narrative laxity that occasionally flirts with formlessness.
Tamara fails to approximate the lascivious sadism or the campy hysteria of its forefathers.
The Cave has zero sex appeal, but it may turn you on to cave diving.