Smallfoot is ballsy for pushing young viewers to question culturally coded notions of good and evil.
The Virgin Suicides, Sofia Coppola’s luscious and formidable debut feature, gets a deserved star treatment from the Criterion Collection.
The film is fascinated and captivated by the kind of man who’d want to put on a bat costume and save people.
Nearly everything in Taylor Hackford’s tin-eared comedy is as ersatz as the Robert De Niro character’s rage is real.
Todd Solondz fails to configure the hand-offs of the dachshund in a narratively inventive manner.
The images gorgeously embody both the fear and the beauty of James’s exploratory experiments with socialization.
It has become the Energizer Bunny of cable TV sitcoms, a hyperactive, enduring burst of awkward hilarity and imprudently.