Occasionally, the film reminds you that the man who made Mean Streets is behind the camera.
An engrossing, if flawed, first step into the digital world from a cinema master.
Vera Drake is a common street whore compared to Au Hasard Balthazar.
A given for Svankmajer completists and a great place to begin for those unfamiliar with the director’s work.
“Hold me like you did on Naboo” simply holds no weight next to Charlotte Vale’s equally melodramatic yet far more poignant doomed romance.
They’re on the road to nowhere, and looking good getting there.
An underwhelming DVD package but Bright Leaves remains one of the most rewarding documentary experiences of the last five years.
Maybe the release of Land of the Dead will bring some needed attention to this avant zombie flick.
The disc’s audio is good: Not a single syllable out of Dakota Fanning and Larry Pine’s mouths goes unheard.
Ladies, ladies…please!
You know what you’re in for when mommy dearest happens to be the incomparable Joan Crawford.
Humoresque is a fine woman’s picture with an iconic Joan Crawford performance.
Howard Hawks said that a classic film has three great scenes and no bad ones. Despite its three great scenes, The Letter is no classic!
Unlike its many star basketball players, the film is both underachieving and self-hagiographic.
The must-own DVD of the year for pop-culture junkies and nostalgia wankers.
A parable that demonstrates that morals are inadequate, L’Argent is required viewing.
The Damned Don’t Cry isn’t a particularly good movie, but it’s a damned fine yarn!
Maxim’s writers should stick to reviewing breasts…and Florent Siri should stop making movies.
A spotless transfer all-around (the sterling silver is sterling and Christina Ricci’s hair is blacker than black), but the film is still ugly as sin.
The film’s near-mathematical approach to political intrigue is a great argument in favor of big government.
The film is a Frankensteinian fusion of every thriller made in Hollywood from Rosemary’s Baby to Don’t Say a Word.