Refn discusses his love of fairy tales, falling through the rabbit hole of streaming, and more.
Both Joan Plowright and Rupert Friend are so committed to their roles that their friendship in the film almost seems credible.
Syriana may seem like a treatise on the corruption within the global oil industry, but it’s actually an overstuffed memo.
Right now, Raja Gosnell’s career is the bane of most sensible parents’ multiplex existence.
Throughout, Carlos Reygadas likens our disgust for his nonchalant sex scenes as a form of political reticence.
The film film vividly captures the disenfranchisement and emotional and intellectual inhibition fostered by poverty in both kids and parental adults.
The film comes off like a cursory sketch rather than a full-bodied portrait.
Virtually no musical number transpires without an array of swirling indifference, undermining a lot of the drama.
This grand film shares with Five Dolls for an August Moon and Bay of Blood a crystallization of Mario Bava’s worldview.
Traveling Actors remains Mikio Naruse’s out-and-out funniest work, a comedy of numerous surface pleasures that unexpectedly deepens in retrospect.
The Ice Harvest proves that modest, workmanlike film noir need not be accompanied by hipster homages and ironic self-consciousness.
Jean-Luc Godard was right when he said Roger Vadim was “with it.”
The film’s stylistic crudities explicitly illustrate what, in Mikio Naruse’s later work, is relegated to subtlety and subtext.
It’s not for nothing that de Antonio in the end locates McCarthy’s fall as the ultimate loss of audience.
The film fails to capture any sense of how Johnny Cash channeled his inner misery into stark, workingman classics like “I Walk The Line” and “Big River.”
Would that the fantasy elements of the Potter series were as fantastic as the simple act of surviving young adulthood.
Loyal as Ang Lee’s film may be to the Annie Proulx short story, it doesn’t quite share its grit.
This is an extreme, incendiary allegory stirring up deeper truths.
“Do you like me?” Sure, Johnny, we do sometimes, but we like it better when you don’t have to ask.
Zathura ultimately comes across as little more than the template for an eventual kiddie-friendly theme park attraction.
This is a dry hump compared to the wet dream of Almodóvar’s Law of Desire.