Refn discusses his love of fairy tales, falling through the rabbit hole of streaming, and more.
Kirby Dick’s documentary is a Molotov cocktail leveled against the Jack Valenti-led MPAA.
We are in a golden age of computer-generated animation.
Structurally indebted to Pulp Fiction, the film lacks Quentin Tarantino’s sense of humor and knack for dramatic rhythm.
Fernando León de Aranoa’s latest piece of pop neorealism feels not only a tad thin but redundant.
It eventually falls back on attempting to elucidate the reasons behind its story’s invasion of the undead with answers neither compelling nor necessary.
A quick perusal of the film’s IMDb message board yields a thread topic entitled “Dear God Why.” My thoughts exactly.
The film is a listless Godfather-meets-Donnie Brasco tale of undercover surveillance, blood allegiances, and wrenching betrayal.
Are you bored with print criticism’s general disinterest in filmmaking itself?
In the competition for cinema’s worst genre, the Quirky British Comedy About Eccentric Countryfolk Learning Valuable Lessons In Outrageous Circumstances truly has no rival.
In person, Oliver Stone turns out to be a lot like you’d expect from watching his movies.
Step Up has better dance moves than any video nominated for a VMA this year.
If you wish to revolutionize your life, hop on the back of a motorcycle and hit the road.
There’s a sturdy workmanship to Oliver Stone’s mise-en-scène that brings clarity to the hectic proceedings.
The film functions as both an exultant example of American vulgarity and a leveling thrashing of it.
The film is fueled by a lush and energetic soundtrack that captures the whirlwind of young romance.
Matthew Porterfield finds the rhythms of everyday life well enough, but he rarely grasps the key moments that make them art.
Unfortunately, Steve Pink’s directorial debut isn’t nearly as innovative or cool as Steve Jobs’s line of hi-tech doodads.
Though a good many of us might like to think otherwise, a critic is not a prognosticator.
Throughout, your own need to cheer Dave Musikant—and expect, even demand, a decisive victory over Steven Lonegan—is undercut by sobering political facts.
All in all, the film makes a rather lovely and satisfyingly romantic swan song for its star.