Treme’s deeply humane treatment of a communal tragedy, not a national one, quite simply blows the doors off the place.
Drive Angry is Patrick Lussier’s latest unambitious but satisfying sleazefest.
As with much of the products being pitched on Mad Men, no one turns out to be exactly as advertised.
A coolly elegant kineticist, Kathryn Bigelow specializes in impressionistic phallus jostles.
Rodrigo García’s monotonously deliberate, portentous latest is solely predicated on its twist ending.
Hounddog deserves to be known as The Dakota Fanning Rape Movie.
A solid DVD package for this disposable but nonetheless game attempt at giving Generation Y a Rear Window to call its own.
Awful title aside, Disturbia’s reworking of Rear Window for the YouTube generation is pretty nifty.
Sucks to be Nearing Grace on the same week that Zerophilia opens.
The finale reveals the detrimentally hamfisted influence of the Sundance Institute on an otherwise entrancingly mournful film.
The film is more exciting than expected and yet not nearly as gripping as it could have been.
Dreamer loses to Seabiscuit by a nose in the race for most inane underhorse, err, underdog crowd-pleaser in recent years.
The film solidifies Scott Hicks’s rank as one of Hollywood’s most visually evocative power-players.