St. John L. Clewes's seedy ambition is the key and it makes No Orchids for Miss Blandish an exceptional B noir.
An eyesore on the big screen, Valentine's Day is now close to one on your TV. Go read The Sound and the Fury instead.
Lang’s film is a monumental achievement about monumental egos.
It has enough flickers of brilliance to make it essential viewing for fans of its cast, Lumet, and/or Tennessee Williams.
McDonagh goes to town pointing out the many ways that one can appreciate and even find meaning in Argento’s fragmented images.
Fassbinder’s sumptuous 205-minute epic is intriguing as a prototype for later and more palatably cynical sci-fi standards.
Atrocious, yes, but you can’t say the pandering New Moon doesn’t understand the hormonal impulses of its target audience.