You never know what you’re going to get with a Woody Allen poster.
Whether hailing from the sticks or the trailer park, these hayseeds might even make Jerry Springer blush.
The Dictator doesn’t so much stir hot-button issues as showcase a great satirist off his game.
It doesn’t take long to gather the influences trickling through Derick Martini’s Hick.
If a hand up through the throat doesn’t quite do it for you, perhaps you’ll be better served by one inching out through an eyelid.
These 15 heavens almost all exist on another plane.
It panders to viewers by diluting its lesson, which teaches that some comfort zones can only be truly abandoned on the other side of the world.
If recent sci-fi film ads are any indication, all we are is pixels in the wind.
Even in lighter fare, they point to something sinister, be it imminent attack, loneliness, or even racism.
Sound of My Voice lives for teasing out the unknowable.
Franco gives an interviewer much more material with his looks and demeanor than with his words.
This posh comedy’s script ably intertwines a women’s film with a risqué slice of history.
There’s something highly endearing about the directness of the movie’s charm.
Free Samples is an angry indie that favors hollow ridicule over credibility.
The Lucky One reduces everything to a thin, useless soup, even the idealistic virtues that it aims to promote.
The first official poster for Quentin Tarantino’s latest is primarily featured here because its reveal is something of an event.
These shacks have giddily opened their doors to audiences through the years.
These days, narrative films about religion don’t leave a lot of room for gray area.
It’s probably not a good sign that the poster for Oliver Stone’s Savages makes a perfect column subject for Easter Sunday.
The Avengers will assemble for what may be the most overstuffed tent-pole ever, and Katy Perry will unleash the first movie that could actually give you cavities.