Hustle doesn’t seem to know how its characters fit into the complicated web of sports, media, and finance that defines the NBA.
Slacker that it is, the film never seems willing to put in the necessary work to live up to its potential.
Aesthetically, the film cunningly suggests life that exists solely within an academic experiment, closed off from chaos that isn’t manufactured.
Miracle Mile is one of the most fascinating curios of the ’80s, a disaster movie that turns the decade’s optimism back onto itself.
This one begins like a pleasantly hazy post-pubescent fever dream.
The viewer is informed of a world of chaos, obsession, and irresolution, but has no cinematic means of accessing or understanding it.
Klay Hall’s Cars spinoff feels second-rate in every sense, from the quality of its animation to its C-list voice cast.
After immersing oneself in Zero Hour’s flimsy mythology, it’s hard not to believe that a series this bad must be part of some greater conspiracy.
Vivid, striking, and methodical in its approach, Upstream Color’s visual aesthetic is both provocative and beautiful.
Chaw isn’t reluctant to bring up problematic aspects of the film, and Steve De Jarnatt responds frankly, with nostalgia tinged by regret.
A treacly tweener saga of first love that drowns in nostalgia, Flipped furthers Rob Reiner’s slide into irrelevance.
At least Motherhood is sufficiently aware enough of its well-heeled sob story’s privileged scope.
A superior two-disc set for Zodiac aficionados desperate to drown themselves in even more facts, figures, and conjecture.
A borderline shameful image transfer makes this first DVD edition of Zodiac something of a waste of time and money.
All anxiety is born in darkness. Fear is mystery’s child.
The film is backed by a solid character-based narrative foundation, as James Vanderbilt’s script never loses focus on his story’s human element.
This plot-holed clunker is a mushy ode to maternal devotion embellished with spaced-out sci-fi senselessness.
Meticulously designed for those who like their movies with turtlenecks and cappuccinos.
Here, visual inventiveness and narrative incoherence combine to form a result that’s both entrancing and sleep-inducing.