This relentlessly cruel rejiggering makes every Evil Dead film before seem like Sunday school.
Cat O’ Nine Tails begins Argento’s lifelong fascination with the grotesque close-up.
As far as feminist horror primers go, none come as fully-realized as Ginger Snaps.
Michael Mann’s latest is a love-struck slow dance through the life of Muhammad Ali.
A Beautiful Mind is like a brick to the head to anyone who ever winced at the utterance of “infinity plus one.”
Christophe Gans’s The Brotherhood of the Wolf has artifice working shamelessly to and against its favor.
It’s hard enough on the streets for a Latino man, let alone a mentally disabled one.
Jeff Goldblum’s performance is as convincing as the ecstasy-stoked glaze on the face of Anne Heche’s Midwest gal.
Most impressive here is the deft unraveling of the film’s conspiracy theory and the tongue-in-cheek approach to euthanasia.
It might just confuse cinephiles who believe that Pearl Harbor by a foreign name must smell sweeter.
There’s something to be said about a film that doesn’t bullshit around.
Juliette Binoche gets spat on, which is far more interesting than seeing her hawk chocolate morsels.
Harold Becker’s easily digestible fil may be too efficient for its own good.
In Danis Tanovic’s No Man’s Land the war in Bosnia-Herzegovina is transformed into a Beckett endgame.
Now here’s a sadistic bike-centered flick that would have made Vittorio De Sica proud.
There’s absolutely no reason why Gil Junger’s Black Knight should work.
As far as stuffy Oxford dramas go, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone has them all beat.
After the tired Mametisms of Heist and the dopey repartee of The Score, Ocean’s Eleven must count as a breath of fresh air.
The only misstep in Shallow Hal is that it naïvely explains its titular chauvinist’s superficiality as product of saucy father love.
Tony Scott knows how to put on a good show.
Cameron Crowe’s finale is visually chilling if only because the WTC makes its most apt, post-9/11 appearance to date.