Its future setting is an empty pretext for a banally convoluted and sentimentalized show of emotional restoration.
Den of Thieves displays a reverence for the taut and moody tension-building tactics of Michael Mann’s Heat.
If there’s any ambiguity to be found in the film’s prolonged last gasps, it’s of a mawkish and unpalatable variety.
Kotcheff is an uncommonly energetic and enthusiastic artist, and that comes through clearly on his audio commentary.
Given the raw, intricate pointedness of the film’s critiques, it’s little surprise that it slipped through the cultural cracks.
Sometimes the truth doesn’t set you free.
A hodgepodge of Steinbeckian clichés, Touching Home isn’t a film that exists for our benefit.
Like his obsessed heroes, Werner Herzog continues to hear the call of the jungle.
Artificiality is the name of Glory Road’s game.
It’s a team sport, but the story belongs to the individual, which gives Mr. 3000 its meta-celebrity subtext.
The best that can be said for Mr. 3000 is that it does the schmaltz of the baseball movie genre justice.
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