Mostly remembered for its plot twist, Jordan’s film is marked by a deep sense of empathy.
“Tsi-Nan-Fu!” Go forth and do the bidding I have coded in this review.
May’s tale of forbidden self-abnegation asks whose ass is really at fault?
It’s hard to ask for much from this movie, what with it being digitally drawn in basic, web-friendly cartoon animation.
Carlos Sorin is on the road to becoming Argentina’s answer to Vittorio de Sica.
Just as AIDS is ruining Africa, films like Tsotsi are ravaging film culture.
From now on, I’ll give pause to the fact that the gorilla at St. Paul’s Como Zoo used to flip off passersby before throwing shit at them.
This is the turning point for Tarr, leaving social realism behind to step into the existential abyss.
No, Basic Instinct 2 will not cure cancer, but it isn’t trashy enough to give you gonorrhea.
The image and sound quality is pretty good, and a step above foreign releases from New Yorker Films and Facets.
It’s not a terribly good film, but its discovery is worth celebrating.
There’s dancing all right but not a whole lot of charm.
A series of alternate takes/deleted scenes are of primary interest for the shades they add to the character of Laura.
A one and a two with Yi Yi if you haven’t already.
After a repeat viewing, Caché may make or break your opinion of Haneke—which is just how the auteur probably wants it.
V for Vendetta, unlike the Alan Moore comic from which it’s adapted, is scarily flat.
The film powerfully conveys the despicably fictitious ways in which scapegoats are manufactured.
This bloated package proves that the number of the beast for some collector’s editions is two discs.
It didn’t fail at the box office, but there’s no reason you should help launch its DVD afterlife.
Karen Black versus an obviously fake wooden doll is surprisingly credible, scary, and balls to the wall exciting.
A cinematic jest so airy you only afterwards notice how macabre it is.