Refn discusses his love of fairy tales, falling through the rabbit hole of streaming, and more.
It’s no less meticulously engineered than Tarantino’s other pulp fictions, except this one is more linear and—gasp—humane than most.
Sikandar is a morality play set amid the moral quagmire of contemporary Kashmir.
Bobcat Goldthwait’s World’s Greatest Dad clumsily straddles the line between comedy and drama.
Robert Rodriguez’s Shorts may have a more complex narrative than Spy Kids but it’s otherwise just as bland.
Grant, as his best characterizations showed, was always his own man.
Thoroughly rehashed and oddly misanthropic, The Goods, frankly, doesn’t deliver the goods.
We’re sharing two recent web postings that have stoked our interest.
The Los Angeles of Spread is the Los Angeles of the collective unconscious: a playground for all things ersatz.
To swoon over Rachel McAdams or Eric Bana is easy, but doing so requires willful blindness to the sloppy nonsensicality of the film’s love story.
The film revolves around one of middlebrow prestige cinema’s favorite types: the elderly widower with a crinkly smile and a kind heart full of sad memories.
Neill Blomkamp’s sci-fi apartheid allegory is defined less by uniquely novel ideas than the shrewd synthesis of classic genre predecessors.
Taxidermia is merely slimy biological vaudeville.
Bandslam is a depressingly phony approximation of a teen tragicomedy.
The Hurt Locker is generally very natural, with only a couple of scenes where you hear the clicking of the writer’s computer keyboard.
The film shines strongest in the scenes where you can see Li Ying’s authorial fingerprints most clearly.
Earth Day is both a patchwork history of the American environmental movement and an unhysterical call to consciousness.
There’s a pervasive and unintentional Raimian sensibility to the film that undermines its Polanskian underpinnings.
Are we subjecting Hitler’s stereotype to the very mistreatment that contributed to the man’s infamous persona?
Until its fizzle of a finale, Ponyo brims forth with an appealingly willy-nilly inventiveness.
Sexual awakening isn’t just for the young anymore.