Tension becomes Caitlin Cronenberg’s film. The release of it, not so much.
John Dahl’s dust-collecting WWII chronicle The Great Raid finally arrives with the dull thud of a bomb that fails to detonate on impact.
Takitani’s life is not only mundane but seemingly forgettable.
9 Songs is a minor wisp of a work, a fleeting and hazy recollection of several rapturous moments out of time.
The film succumbs to the dull, sloppy obviousness it had previously worked so hard to skirt.
Richard Linklater’s remake remains largely faithful to the original film’s spirit of crude rebelliousness.
Unknown White Male gradually transforms into a first-person documentary portrait not of rediscovery but of wholesale reinvention.
I think we’re far enough along in our civilization that the following can be stated with absolute authority: all Michael Bay movies are evil.
Johnnie To’s film is a compelling amalgam of aesthetic showmanship and human movement.
Sometimes it’s worth reproducing the standard blurb, especially if it comes from the director’s own mouth.
David Mackenzie relishes dark tales of sexual obsession like a gleeful masturbator.
There’s something to be said for the sight of Vince Vaughn’s package being rubbed, in extreme close-up, through his dinner slacks.
The film ultimately chooses to embrace, rather than transcend via zany bawdiness, the schmaltzy genre within which it’s operating.
Eternal and Eyes Wide Shut are not kindred spirits.
In Terry Gilliam’s phantasmagoric cosmos, the earthly and the imaginary coexist in semi-harmony.
Like Paul Haggis, Mark Bamford confuses audience pandering for hope.
David Brower did more to save Mother Nature from Big Government than anyone before him.
This year’s most celebrated Sundance smash, Hustle & Flow is little more than a calculated bid for Hollywood megabucks.
Wait! What?! The rest of the Garbage Pail Kids are crushed in a garbage truck at the bequest of The State?!
No fragmented or psychedelic stone was left unturned in Suzuki’s genre demolition jobs.
Tim Burton’s film is akin to a disappointingly tame acid trip.