This relentlessly cruel rejiggering makes every Evil Dead film before seem like Sunday school.
Cristian Mungiu is the future, if your eyes will but listen.
This awards season may be the year of knocked-up chicks and orange tic-tacs.
The forgettable Fool’s Gold is the near-definition of mechanically going through the motions.
The Counterfeiters differs from the highest-profile Holocaust films by being grounded in exceptional circumstances.
In Rambo, violence may be unpleasant and may not get you the girl, but it most definitely and awesomely wins the war.
3Ality Digital Production chose the right band as its subject and put the right woman in charge of executing it.
Varda weaves together a film about the communal voice that forms among people.
Tiger’s Tail never feels like the work of director known for his subtle and poetic dramatizations of moral crisis.
Though less shiny and polished than Stomp the Yard, Ian Iqbal Rashid’s film nonetheless remains a similarly contrived saga.
The film isn’t the prototypical feminist classic chronicling a woman’s journey from submissiveness to assertiveness.
Jason Hutt’s debut feature is a reminder that the boxing gym remains a multiethnic magnet for aspiring sons of the urban poor.
The film emerges as a harsh critique of free love, as well as an empathetic exploration of its allure.
In many ways, the film suggests a puzzle book for intellectual aesthetes.
Our man Greenaway stands alone in contemporary world cinema, for better or worse.
Doc is evidence to the fact that fact-based cinema needn’t be deprived of stylistic worth as a matter of necessity.
The film’s utilization of the diamond industry and its accompanying slave trade as a mere diversionary plot point is plenty distasteful.
It is in fact difficult to make a film whose basis is conceptual without the results coming off as simplistic or overly designed.
One thing no one could have told you a year ago was that not one, but two darlings of the critical establishment would be frontrunners here.
The two astonishing sequences that unshackle themselves from formula cast an unflattering light on the rest.