This relentlessly cruel rejiggering makes every Evil Dead film before seem like Sunday school.
Movies work by building and releasing tension, a pattern demonstrated more nakedly in the musical than in nearly any other genre.
A seamless story about memory and fantasy blurring together, Cría Cuervos is unquestionably Carlos Saura’s greatest film.
Primo Levi’s Journey radiates the aloofness of a dry academic lecture.
Leila Conners Petersen and Nadia Conners’s film is a distinctly expressive work.
James Isaac’s Skinwalkers wears its B-movie badness on its sleeve like a badge of honor.
Self-Medicated has won more accolades than Brokeback Mountain, not a single one for its side-splitting dialogue.
Dedication at least deploys the darling chemistry between Billy Crudup and Mandy Moore to good effect.
Superbad exhibits a precise understanding of young male anxieties, desires, and camaraderie.
Marigold is Bollywood for Beginners.
This one’s not just about cameos, but more specifically, cameos that add an intangible but palpable something to the films they grace.
The film is a compendium of multifarious genre inflections seemingly intended for friends of Tori.
Nothing has any taste in the Ikea commercial that passes for Norway in Jens Lien’s The Bothersome Man.
As reckless as love itself, the movie has its ups and downs, but you can’t help but be touched by it.
Short Cuts: David and Lisa, The Emperor’s Naked Army Marches On, Ladies They Talk About, and Forsaking All Others
The Fuhrer would have loved David and Lisa.
Much has been made of No End in Sight’s exact focus, and its origins in Charles Ferguson’s academic background.
The style of Antonia, like the melodramas that simmer at its center, is neither smutty nor glorifying, sensitively keyed to the struggles of its working-class characters.
Another spastic doodle by Takashi Miike, the film is essentially a more kid-friendly—though less pro-family—strain of Visitor Q.
We should probably be thankful there isn’t a scene in the movie where Munro gets a hold of Gooding through a glory hole.
This thoughtful and provocative European offering takes its time building a mood of palpable dread.
Quirky, quirky, quirky goes Rocket Science. Round, round, round roll my eyes.