Jean-Stéphane Sauvaire’s Asphalt City is less a film than a guttersnipe’s wallow.
Paul Pavlikovsky’s follow-up to 2002’s Last Resort is also carefree and similarly anchored by the remarkable performances of its two leads.
The film is a remarkable synthesis of proto-feminist ideals and visionary aesthetics.
Didn’t anyone tell Errol Flynn he was no match for the mercurial Bette Davis?
Girlfriend talks as if she’s constantly burning her bras but she can’t tell when some scumbag is trying to shamelessly get into her panties.
Dodge City is a well-crafted and perfectly capable western.
Cinematic happy endings are enjoyable so long as they’re earned.
To borrow one of its character’s put-downs, King’s Ransom is a film “dipped in stupid.”
When The Sea Hawk is purely cinematic, it’s at the top of its class.
It conflates the angst of adolescent sexual development with the fury of Catholic retribution, suggesting at times an analog version of David Fincher’s Se7en.
Though there are no live torsos pulverized to mush in the film proper, there’s an unmistakable misogynistic bent.
One is almost tempted to entertain De Palma detractors’ arguments that his exploitation of Hitchcock tropes is nothing but a dead end.
It’s probably best to enjoy this pinnacle of ’80s horror trash with the virgin mindset of its lead character.
One of EC’s most lasting legacies is in the unforgiving dual nature of their bile against humanity.
William Lustig’s surprisingly evocative widescreen compositions are peppered with an absurd parade of Americana.
The layers of pastiche that fuel the film multiply like the titular character’s fat white rabbits.
Jacques Audiard’s film is the optimistic flip-side to James Tobak’s Harvey Keitel-headlined Fingers.
The film world doesn’t need any more Guy Ritchies.
Errol Flynn’s wicked, wicked charm helps keep this high seas adventure afloat.
The Interpreter wants nothing more than to be tasteful.
The film allows Ken Lay, Jeffrey Skilling, Andrew Fastow, and the rest of Enron’s upper management weasels to hang themselves with their own words.