The series is unable to render any of the visual imagination its source material practically begs for.
Essentially a post-apocalyptic telenovela, it sanitizes the concept of sisterhood, and even womanhood.
Facts about each character are dutifully punched out, in earnest speeches or actions that are wildly overdrawn.
Its artistry is so unadorned, for better and worse, that the performances somehow feel more naked as a result.
Ultimately, the time-traveling conceit feels like a shameless ploy to further expand the franchise’s narrative universe.
Lynn Shelton crafts a film of astonishingly sustained mood, tying its beguiling atmosphere to the mental states of her characters.
It showcases the evolving interests and talents of Zal Batmanglij and Brit Marling, but expands them and channels them into a more traditional thriller framework.
Don Jon’s Addiction is a film whose underlying themes are reminiscent of the more dramatic Shame.
Lovelace seems unwilling or unable to go to deeper and darker places.
The farce is either laid on with a trowel or reeks of sour misogyny.
This is the bleak, crazy, postmodern superhero saga that Kick-Ass aspired to be, which doesn’t prevent it from being sluggish, derivative, and beyond obvious.
James Gunn is uninhibited about juxtaposing different tones and styles together in Super.
Rent it and revel in the mash up of competing genres and themes so unique to the Hollywood landscape.
Inception is an ambitious, initially absorbing film that mutates into something unpleasantly unwieldy.
There’s a lot of underlying potential here, but there seems to have been no one around to whip it into shape.
This miserable true-crime slog may be less graphic than Hostel, but it’s also significantly less honest about its intentions.
Among the most morally bankrupt films of the decade-a true crime of American cinema.
Smart People is—nah, too easy.
Director Bruce McDonald splits his screen eight ways to Sunday in The Tracey Fragments.
Ever been to a pompous party made worse by some earnest dope strumming acoustic ballads to a small crowd of fawning admirers?