Tension becomes Caitlin Cronenberg’s film. The release of it, not so much.
It’s difficult not to look at the film as an attention-grabbing stunt.
Werner Herzog’s first feature film establishes one of the German director’s most easily identifiable signature marks.
With just two features director Ira Sachs has created a distinctive, deliriously beautiful aesthetic.
What The Edukators could have used was a director with a touch of the perverse.
For a film shot in Ecuador, Crónicas feels curiously American in design.
Ambition is both Pretty Persuasion’s finest and weakest attribute.
Doing Time, Doing Vipassana strains to summon a sense of spiritual gravitas.
Jennifer Connelly soulfully pinpoints the fearful protectiveness of a mother confronting the possible loss of her offspring.
The end result is a wasted opportunity to breathe fresh life into the Marvel universe’s long-stodgy elder statesmen.
The characters are treated with all the sympathy of amoebas seen through a microscope.
The film suggests a 90-minute version of Collective Soul’s “The World I Know” as helmed by Scott Stapp.
Constant Gardener is rather turgid and misguided for something that’s supposed to inspire self-righteous anger.
Secuestro Express allows first-time director Jonathan Jakubowicz to exploit and sell out his Venezuelan culture.
In this era of horror films soullessly carted out of Hollywood, Wolf Creek immediately stands apart from the pack.
This is a banal disquisition of polite society that could have been orchestrated by Jackie Collins.
Arie Posin’s feature debut vies, and fails, for the wide-open humanism of an Altmanesque tapestry.
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The film is an atmospheric investigation into the surreal, artistically inspirational mixture of religiosity and criminality that hangs like a pall over the rural communities of the country’s lower half.
November is a third-rate whodunit which clumsily employs the gimmicky Sixth Sense template for its tale of trauma-induced denial.
A more apt title for the film might have been The Liberation.