Refn discusses his love of fairy tales, falling through the rabbit hole of streaming, and more.
Drew Barrymore and Hugh Grant should work with each other more often.
The more we learn about the bogeyman, the less terrifying he becomes.
Yes, when making our three-out-of-five predictions on who would be nominated here, we argued how refreshing it was to see a prospective category stocked with supporting performances, instead of co-leads.
We just came through a pretty tumultuous year for movies, and for the media and the entertainment industry in general.
Aki Kaurismäki is at it again, refurbishing his previous work and pawning it off as if it were new.
The only time a Pixar film has lost in this category was the only time one deserved to win.
Judy Davis is a demanding, major artist, a virtuoso who plays neurotic symphonies on her awkward, nervous energies.
Susanne Bier’s new film is beautifully performed by its eager cast.
To hear some tell it, Alexandre Desplat is just about the finest thing to happen to motion picture scoring since Bernard Herrmann or Franz Waxman.
The Messengers suffers from shamelessly thudding banality.
Unlike The Lives of Others, the film’s study of social conditioning never veers toward cuteness.
In order to settle on a winner in this category it’s perhaps necessary to play the part of Armond White and determine which nominee most flatters the Hollywood elite’s liberal values.
It’s running neck and pec between the broody Muppet movie and the one whose cast looks like they’ve been assaulted by Animal wielding a scummy powder puff.
The film is a jumbled account of the short life and photogenic hard times of the first Andy Warhol superstar.
In Sergio Leone, Morricone had a boss and partner who reserved a prominent place in his films for music.
Here are five double bills I would program if I had my own repertory house.
The film is designed to please fans of Soldier of Orange and Showgirls, and perhaps to apologize for their transgressions.
We’re not going to waste your time and make a case for anyone but Helen Mirren in this category.
Smokin’ Aces is a handsome and entertaining 108 minutes, but it’s not a good movie, and it’s difficult to get at why.
Appropriately enough, we begin our Oscar prediction coverage by exorcising the foul demon spirit of Paul Haggis.