The film is held together by the intensity of its haunted-looking cast and the dour atmosphere.
If not consistently funny, Anger Management is still unusually mindful of human behavior for an Adam Sandler vehicle.
Less shrill than Samira Makhmalbaf’s Blackboards, Bahman Ghobadi’s latest is also less didactic.
Hero is elliptical, primal, radically disjointed, and female-empowering.
There’s only one word it can spell without any trouble whatsoever: B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T.
Neil Jordan seems determined to keep the picture’s momentum as rigorous as possible.
Dysfunktional Family affords comedian Eddie Griffin 90 minutes to talk about all things raunch n’ kink.
Note to cocky drug enforcement officers: Don’t try to be a superman.
Is it summer already? The season for dunderheaded action extravaganzas certainly seems to be upon us with the release of The Core.
Zombie’s film has nostalgia on its side but not much else.
As Straw Dogs makes clear, the consequences of enduring a violent rite of passage is ultimately suffering and alienation.
Would people want to watch this story if it didn’t try to pull the rug out from under them every three minutes?
At age 72, Robert Duvall has pretty much earned the right to do whatever the hell he wants.
On the Hollywood thriller Richter scale, Phone Booth doesn’t mess around.
It’s unclear what universe Head of State actually takes place in.
If Marxist dramas about the unemployed are your cup of tea, then Mondays in the Sun will surely quench your thirst.
Levity might be touring the art-house circuit, but Jon Turteltaub would be well-advised to watch his back.
The big battle this year will be between singing murderesses, suicidal lesbians, and a Holocaust survivor.
The incompetent Buffalo Soldiers should have been left out on the range.
As a randy film about sexy people in gorgeous places being pushed and pulled by desire, it makes for an arousing good time.
Dreamcatcher, unlike the creature beneath Jason Lee’s posterior, never really escapes the toilet.