Review: Gun Crazy

It’s a damned good thing that Joseph H. Lewis had as exciting a visual flair and as much a taste for zero-flab pacing as he did.

Review: White Chicks

Unlike the sketchy but inspired Marci X, the misguided White Girls doesn’t seem to have anything relevant to say about race relations.

Review: Carolina

This predictable but heartwarming comedy plays out like an antidote to films like About Schmidt and Napoleon Dynamite.

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Review: Cypher

Jeremy Northam’s character may be lucky enough to find himself, but Cypher itself never finds its soul.

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Review: dot the i

Every bit as self-referential as Storytelling, the smug dot the i is only too happy to fuck with your mind.

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Review: The Terminal

There’s a queasy uncertainty to The Terminal, a thematic discord apparent in the film’s consistently restless mise-en-scène.

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