It all has the makings of a game of Clue, but the mysteries here are linguistic.
Every moment of faith in Romanian filmmaker Cristi Puiu’s Sieranevada is accompanied by negation.
The drinks that go down amiably in Hahaha get caught in people’s throats in On Tour.
The payoff is too light on revelation or insight to justify the skillful, fairly involving, tension-filled buildup.
What incentive do we have as filmgoers to spend three hours fighting our way through all this calculated opacity?
You could disagree, and claim that a few pop selections help people notice the small stuff. Hopefully.
Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps plays a bit like a knowing self-parody of Olive Stone’s typical bombast.
The film is biting, but as allegory it’s featherweight.
To suffer the allegorical death of Mr. Lazarescu is to grapple with the social injustices built into so many of our world's healthcare systems.
The “real” and the “reel” are virtually synonymous in Romanian filmmaker Cristi Puiu’s second feature.