The film is a hybrid of Nacho Libre and Spanglish, and yes, it’s as unbearably cloying and uplifting as that description sounds.
Time and again, Snakes on a Plane stumbles when it should soar.
Structurally indebted to Pulp Fiction, the film lacks Quentin Tarantino’s sense of humor and knack for dramatic rhythm.
The film’s account of authorial deception certainly benefits from its parallels to the recent outing of JT Leroy as a fraud.
Cinematic happy endings are enjoyable so long as they’re earned.
Shall We Dance? Let’s not.
Make a little room on your shelf for this unassuming DVD edition of The Station Agent. Don’t worry it’ll fit.
Peter Chelsom’s Shall We Dance? may be the most polite seven-year-itch comedy ever made.
The joy of The Station Agent is how McCarthy evokes the loneliness of Finbar’s life using simple stretches of silence.
While films like Chasing Papi claim to represent the Hispanic cultural experience in America, Washington Heights actually delivers on its own promise.