Meet Me in Montenegro is yet another movie about a failed writer with no money.
Daredevil’s fight scenes are infused with the struggle of the poor and lower-middle class, and choreographed with thrilling uncertainty.
Given dreadful material, no one in the cast does even passable work.
Ruby Sparks succeeds as a satirical fantasy about writerly self-involvement, but it’s worth celebrating as a testament to self-made greatness.
Alan Ball should leave the handwringing to the kids in Twilight.
There’s a self-seriousness to most contemporary horror remakes that’s authentically disgusting.
Our greatest living actor makes the fortune-cookie bromides of Matthew Dean Russell’s Seven Days in Utopia sound like Yeats.
Over the years, Alan Ball’s ideological commitment to never kicking any supernatural being out of bed has led to some narrative problems.
The only thing sharper and sexier than the fangs on True Blood is the writing.
An outstanding visual and auditory experience on Blu-ray easily makes up for the show’s shortcomings.
The further Alan Ball steps away from the vamps, the closer he gets to the beating heart of the human.