Self-absorption is director Bravo’s focus, though it’s a topic that’s less examined than indulged.
In keeping his actors on his sober-yet-buoyant plane, Kenneth Branagh presents a convincing romance that doesn’t stall the film’s brisk clip.
My ‘80s adolescence was filled with movies about zombies, aliens, exploding heads, and axe murderers.
Redbelt may or may not be David Mamet’s best feature, but it is most definitely his least sycophantically written.
A different way of tackling the sons-and-fathers story, but right up there with the best of them-and a tremendous western comedy as well.
What ultimately makes it more than a dude-ranch version of the first hour of Deliverance is its ability to make fun of itself.
To call the Ocean’s films frivolous would be kind, implying that these arduous concoctions are somehow light on their proverbial feet.
Neal Slavin’s adaptation of Arthur Miller’s novel Focus is a specious study of mistaken identity.