The film does its potential detractors a great service by wearing its plot right out on its sleeve.
There’s not so much an Oliver Stone shot as there is an Oliver Stone rhythm, and if we’re to pinpoint an exact reason for World Trade Center’s ultimate failure, this is the doorstep at which to lay the blame.
The film’s tour-de-force is a hulking funeral procession of overlapping visual textures and animal-like camera movement.
In honor of what would have been Billy Wilder’s 100th birthday, NYC’s Film Forum is currently hosting a retrospective titled “Essential Wilder.”
The film is horrifyingly relentless and beatific in its artistry.
The movie is visionary bubblegum, unabashedly in love with its source material.
Frank Borzage’s Moonrise is a sensual scrutiny of a man’s free will.