Tension becomes Caitlin Cronenberg’s film. The release of it, not so much.
The film is ham-fisted, maddeningly overwritten, and about as subtle as a jackhammer.
Purgatory to Aleksandr Sokurov is spiritual disconnection.
The film may look like an overlit Collective Soul music video, but its stars give it grit.
A wise man once said that art is a negotiation between the found and the made.
The results may surprise you.
There aren’t many people hiking on this particular trail.
Michael Caton-Jones’s sequel feels spayed whenever Sharon Stone isn’t on screen.
Unfortunately, most festivals aren’t as well-funded as, say, the one pictured below.
Scorsese, De Niro, and Paul Schrader buffs will want to check out the documentary The Plot to Kill Reagan.
Ice Age 2: The Meltdown offers one comic-epic splendor after another.
Even though it follows every cliché in the book, and then some, Take the Lead delivers on its promise and never feels pandering.
Exhilarating, infuriating, mesmerizing, baffling, and out-and-out crazy, 4 certainly doesn’t lack for ambition and outrageousness.
Slither is a serviceably fun, if slightly too polished, homage to creature features gone by.
Chris Robinson skews more toward Roll Bounce authenticity than Belly superficiality with ATL.
You needn’t have watched every Best Picture winner to vote.
Harvey Keitel’s performance is one of the most committed in movie history.
Alex Karpovsky’s debut feature will screen at the Harvard Film Archive on March 31.
The film is a turgid series of druggie hallucinations, softcore sexual trysts, and violent confrontations.
Wim Wenders, it seems, really, really, really loved The New World.
It’s a film with inadequate research but one that makes a ferocious case capped with a hopeful closing statement.