Refn discusses his love of fairy tales, falling through the rabbit hole of streaming, and more.
Proving that the third time’s not always the charm, War Zone should, with any luck, end the grim character’s celluloid fate.
The film leaves an impression at once horrifying and ecstatic.
It achieved a unique relevance for a “spaceman” movie by unambiguously advocating for peace and grounding its pulp story in social reality.
Ron Howard’s film is a trivial afterword to a historical footnote.
A lot of Transporter 3 is wasted on talk and character bonding between Jason Statham and Natalya Rudakova.
The film resembles the bloated, unfocused full-length albums that would become an industry’s stock and trade.
In 13 films, Woody Allen celebrated and sometimes assailed Mia Farrow, and they both emerged victors, artistically, at least.
Grassroots with a sound system is already a bit of a noise maker.
Even potentially heavy-handed characters and situations are imbued with too much pain and terror to be trapped by symbolism.
The joys of the film lie mostly in observing the two primary actors resist the urge to exaggerate their characters’ grief.
The flaw in Clint Eastwood’s iris.
Milk denies and destroys the complexity of life as it is really lived.
Milk is mainstream filmmaking at its finest, and a perfect wedding of subject matter to director.
The film is one of Wong Kar-wai’s purest evocations of love’s excitement and heartbreak.
This yuckfest (in the truest sense of the term) makes sure that, at every single moment, its audience knows exactly what’s coming next.
Martin Ritt’s grim The Spy Who Came in from the Cold plays like an anti-thriller companion piece to the director’s acclaimed anti-western Hud.
In David Lynch’s Dune, we have a pseudo-scientific articulation of the artist’s unique way of seeing the world, and of remaking it.
Australia is corny, implausible, well intentioned, and even somewhat enjoyable in its own way, at least for a while.
There’s no doubt that it does a body good, casting a chilling spell in the wake of Proposition 8.
This is the equivalent of a sexy McDonald’s ad where someone is munching on a Big Mac while drinking pink desert wine.