Strictly for little piggies with houses made of straw.
With The Intruder, Claire Denis’s evolution from narrative cogency toward a more elusively trance-like aesthetic reaches a mesmeric apex.
It’s so contrived and smugly pleased with its own tolerant attitudes that it comes off as a rank slice of Christmas cheese.
It’s hard to envision a worse big-budget film version of Mel Brooks’s Tony Award-winning musical The Producers than this dreadfully lifeless affair.
Valiant is the DVD of the year for parents who hate their children.
It focuses less on the ever-present and distracting bibilical allegory and more on its magic-and-monsters fantasy.
There’s no moment during this true-life Little Codger That Could tale that doesn’t drip with unabashedly calculated schmaltz.
Aeon Flux assumes an anti-establishment sci-fi façade in order to promote alarmist slippery-slope anti-science attitudes.
Adam Goldberg’s film is a meandering cautionary tale about a frazzled actor’s steep plunge into madness..
The film film vividly captures the disenfranchisement and emotional and intellectual inhibition fostered by poverty in both kids and parental adults.
The film comes off like a cursory sketch rather than a full-bodied portrait.
The Ice Harvest proves that modest, workmanlike film noir need not be accompanied by hipster homages and ironic self-consciousness.
The film fails to capture any sense of how Johnny Cash channeled his inner misery into stark, workingman classics like “I Walk The Line” and “Big River.”
Zathura ultimately comes across as little more than the template for an eventual kiddie-friendly theme park attraction.
Derailed has its suspenseful locomotive force disrupted by the clumsy plotting of Stuart Beattie’s script.
Since Sarno’s film exudes cheapness, it’s probably fitting that this DVD’s anamorphic widescreen transfer is a cruddy mess.
At least Nadia Henkowa supplies some debauched campiness as a perverted vampyr lesbian priestess.
This is the type of well-intentioned home movie-ish endeavor that should only be viewed by its cast’s friends and family.
Israeli director Eran Riklis’s The Syrian Bride is a multifaceted story about a family’s wedding day preparations.
The film primarily forgoes gritty realism in favor of disingenuous, reductive fantasy in the star-glorifying vanity project mold.