This relentlessly cruel rejiggering makes every Evil Dead film before seem like Sunday school.
This purposefully disturbing film, like Kids and Bully, is nihilistic and highlighted by Larry Clark’s singularly gonzo sense of humor.
Our Lady of Assassins is noticeably heavy-handed, though Barbet Schroeder goes easy on the neo-realist pretenses.
Les Mayfield’s film is brain dead but fun, an Abercrombie & Fitched look at frontier life.
Cheap effects and gratuitous displays of nudity only heighten the film’s delirious demeanor.
The only thing fun about the events depicted here is watching aging B-list stars making A-list fools of themselves.
The film amounts to a dullard’s comatose trip to an isle ready for political upheaval with a little help from a mandolin-playing Benigni drone.
Kevin Smith’s latest comedy is compact, rambling, and consistently funny.
Shakespeare’s Othello meets Columbine in this messy little teen drama.
Walkabout suggests that the precarious relationship between industry and nature isn’t so easily reconciled.
Jackie Chan lost his grace years ago and Chris Tucker has the voice and personality only a blind/deaf canine could love unconditionally.
No war film has matched Francis Ford Coppola’s madly overcooked polemic.
Where Todd Solandz walks and oftentimes crosses that fine line between provocation and exploitation, director Michael Cuesta rapes that line.
waydowntown is patently absurd, but its hold is pathologically frightening.
A spongy Cuban burlesque heavy on the cheese but light on historical perspective.
Tortilla Soup is airy and therefore fleeting but it’s nonetheless a sight for sore eyes.
Slant spoke to the cast and crew of one of the most evocative and talked about films of the year.
It proves to be a remarkably spare journey into the confines of the mind and a unique evocation of just how terrifying it is to loose one’s mind.
Ignore the G rating, Garry Marshall’s latest is about as inappropriate (and dishonest) as they come.
It dares to challenge The Sixth Sense as the definitive comment on ghostly insecurity.
Weightless, self-important, and downright offensive.