Lars von Trier’s pretenses of self-interrogation and cross-examination avail themselves as especially useful when considering his work.
Poor Naomi Watts just can’t escape the big blue.
The film’s strongest bit of buzz has been swirling around the lead performance from Naomi Watts, whose tortured turn as the quintet’s mother hen has made her a Best Actress frontrunner.
It isn’t very fashionable to be a moralist in art these days.
This is the inaugural installment of a new feature compiling links to reviews of new and recent theatrical films playing in North America.
Funny Games writer-director Michael Haneke is a clever guy.