In its second season, the show’s leisurely road trip downshifts into a total lethargy.
The notion of transcendence runs through the latest episode of American Gods as a thematic thread.
The episode is deeply critical of America, yet offers a glance toward the possibility of salvation.
Nearly everything in Taylor Hackford’s tin-eared comedy is as ersatz as the Robert De Niro character’s rage is real.
This rough, lurid, pointedly un-preachy work of macho outlaw cinema, one of the best of the many John Dillinger movies, deserves to be better known.
The flick is an artless, puerile shadow of the likes of Edgar Wright and Simon Pegg’s Cornetto trilogy.
This big, brash, occasionally clever, but mostly dumb comedy is so derivative that it feels like playing a game of basic-cable bingo.
The title of Scott Coffey’s new film is a pretty obvious double entendre, but it does efficiently convey the good intentions behind this scattershot production.
Emma Roberts takes on the difficult task of convincing an audience to root for an obnoxious, self-obsessed aspiring poet.
Kirk DeMicco and Chris Sanders’s film takes more than a few pages from the James Cameron playbook.
Just as one frontier closes, be it Old Hollywood or the Old West, another one opens.
The term “blond bomb shell” takes on a whole new meaning in the film, a savage noir masterpiece given a hefty and necessary DVD release.
Criterion’s release is exactly what their Eclipse line should be doing and should be at the top of every cinephile’s wish list this holiday season.
The plot may be anemic by Miyazaki standards, but on Blu-ray the vibrant seaside universe of Ponyo blows The Little Mermaid and Finding Nemo out of the water.
For a project that aims to be so location specific, most of the segments seem largely isolated from their nominal settings.
A limited but revealing look at Bogdanovich’s remembrances of cinematic things past.
George Cukor would have made us side with Eva Mendes and exposed Meg Ryan’s blather for what it is: over-privileged white noise.