It pulses with relevancy in a time when debates over authoritarianism, protests, and the necessity of radicalism are convulsing America.
Drake Doremus’s film is an inert, thinly plotted melodrama premised on trite characterizations that would be offensive if they weren’t so absurd.
The near-imperceptible finesse of Abby’s characterization reflects writer-director Stacie Passon’s effortless, interesting mix of richness and economy.
The show never really succeeds at being anything other than a fitfully amusing imitation of Curb Your Enthusiasm.
Derek Cianfrance’s shoots through foreground material that’s so far out of focus it barely registers as objects.
Eventually the interviews open out beyond these rigidly structured segments, seeping over into the territory of the characters’ daily lives.
The needlessly convoluted and contrived premise is enough to give one a headache.
Dialogue is a blunt-force trauma in Helen Hunt’s directorial debut.
Must love dogs? No, thank you.
Finally, a romantic comedy that addresses the Terry Schiavo debate!
The film exists to appeal to a demographic it perceives to be burnt out from fending off all that bad advice from Cosmopolitan.
Think of Roger Dodger as a less mean-spirited version of Your Friends and Neighbors.