Refn discusses his love of fairy tales, falling through the rabbit hole of streaming, and more.
It aims for a self-knowingness that any of its prick-brained leads would mislabel as camp.
College is the nadir of homophobic frat-boy humor.
Youssou N’Dour: Return to Goree is a documentary that actually has something on its mind beyond pandering to a singer’s fan base.
The film gets by for a little while on performance footage and on the strength of Bethania’s personality.
This is a first-rate addition to one of my favorite genres, the thriller on a train.
Traitor is a movie about some of the most terrifying and inescapable facts of our times, and I walked out of it whistling and chewing gum.
Sometimes doing what you think is the right thing just ain’t good enough.
Takashi Miike’s Sukiyaki Western Django fits firmly into that increasingly popular tradition.
Pier Paolo Pasolini’s boudoirs of perversion lack the Marquis de Sade’s scarlet hedonism.
The film doesn’t have the spontaneity of Ramin Bahrani’s Chop Shop, giving a calculated child-lit spin to neorealist tradition.
Ping Pong Playa proves that Chinese-Americans are not immune from the national stunted-adolescence crisis currently plaguing white comedy protagonists.
Until about two-thirds of the way in, Save Me plays its central hypothesis surprisingly, um, straight.
It would be hard to imagine a less necessary Holocaust picture than A Secret.
The laughably explosive conclusion pretty much confirms Traitor as an intellectual and philosophical lost cause.
Linda Lovelace is the comedy equivalent of a boner-kill.
Its flaccid, formulaic fantasy is at least more entertaining, and progressive, than the E!’s rancid The Girls Next Door.
Macario is a landmark in Mexican cinema.
The question here is whether it’s a good idea for filmmakers to appropriate as their own the original scores of previous movies.
Like Mamma Mia! and herpes, the inspirational sports drama just won’t die.
Excise the most entertaining elements from Roger Corman and Paul Bartel’s Death Race 2000 and what you get is Paul W.S. Anderson’s Death Race.