Though Visconti operates on the surface level of the material, he crafts a seductive surface.
Whereas Jason Segel makes smart use of this mopey routine, the same can’t quite be said about the film’s employment of the Apatow template.
There’s something very American about the belief that freedom can only be achieved through blood and Charles Burnett does not shy away from this.
Ever been to a pompous party made worse by some earnest dope strumming acoustic ballads to a small crowd of fawning admirers?
Jellyfish is a careful balance of the gently comic and dramatic, never straying too far to either extreme.
Smith’s depiction of deteriorating-under-pressure group dynamics comes to an abrupt end just as it gets going.
The film mostly lives in the present, delving into history only on a personal level.
There’s a sort of unwritten rule in comedy: don’t be longer than 90-minutes.
The film is most impressive as that rare crowd-pleaser with a genuinely artistic touch.
The only wonder eventually elicited by Nim’s Island is of a mystified variety.
The film is an ungainly and fetid but seldom dull mishmash of ’70s Eastwood, Lethal Weapon, and a high-octane Serpico.
San Francisco has a long and diverse film history, yet most roads in Fog City Mavericks seem to lead to either the Skywalker Ranch or Pixar Studios.
Otaku is a dirty word.
Orphans are neglected films. Many are not under copyright, or their copyright status isn’t clear.
The film is worth one toked-out viewing for Dody Goodman’s gratingly senile Miss Miller and her description of the trio’s daily breakfast menu
Many of the images are indelible, catching subtle interactions between the band as well as epic gestures.
The film is a carefully manicured PR video for the infamous Bra Boys surfer community.
The concept behind Lucid Screening’s second annual April Fool’s day White Elephant Blog-a-thon seems pretty straightforward.
Now that Martin Scorsese has his long-elusive Oscar, is Peter Weir now our best living director—or, at least, the most nominated—yet to take home the gold statue?
The film panders to those short on memory as if its central inspiration, Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man, were just released last week.
In many ways, Lost Highway finds David Lynch at his most daring, emotional, and personal.