Robins’s 30-year career, with a new leading role season after season, is studded with indelible performances.
Swordfish is multifariously condescending, but it’s so inherently clueless that there’s no use in getting offended.
Critics get a bad wrap for being “out of touch” with the masses, but Tomatometer listings indicate that critics have been surprisingly forgiving of superhero fare.
As unburdened, freely (dis)associative works, it’s barking up the wrong tree to assign meaning to a film by Nathaniel Dorsky.
Nothing is quite what it seems in Jonas Hassen Khemiri’s Invasion!
Read the eleventh and final installment in a series of countdown essays written for Salon.
The film suggests a Universal Studios theme park ride—a machine optimally designed to make one feel as miserable as humanly possible.
As you may have heard, the New York Press, which publishes my weekly column, has once again lost the top of its masthead.