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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.
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.
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.
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.
It ain’t pretty but you have a choisa: See Modigliani or rent Derek Jarman’s Caravaggio instead.
The film’s formulaic rags-to-roundball glory story tellingly parallels Martin Lawrence’s deteriorating career.
Spielberg’s film is a disaster movie that loves the human race.
Life is fucked up, Araki is saying, but it’s worth living.
Even by the standards of a typical Bette Davis melodrama Dark Victory is an embarrassment of riches.
Johnny To sees the relationship between criminal life, law enforcement, and technology as an inextricably bound circus act.
Hans Petter Moland’s humanistic story about xenophobia, man’s persevering spirit, and life’s bitter ironies only stumbles during its final act.
It certainly would have been nice if Steve at least threw a piece of steak at Sky in order to liven things up a bit.