Though The House is handsomely made, the anthology series as a whole lacks a sturdy foundation.
Florian Habicht unwisely shifts his focus from Sheffield and its unique denizens to the band’s personal history, effectively turning the film into an episode of Behind the Music.
Fantastic Mr. Fox is one of Wes Anderson’s funniest, wisest, and most beautiful explorations of lost dreams.
Mahatma Gandhi is—and always has been—many things to many people, but a sex symbol?
Hello, and welcome to my much-delayed project to annotate my top 100 songs of our not-so-dearly-departed decade.
Given its canny beauty and quick wit, Fantastic Mr. Fox seems primed to also burrow into issues of self, uniqueness, and community.
The album is thick with a humid sense of decaying sexuality, a desperate voraciousness made even grimier by the gritty production.
Too many unnecessary flourishes interrupt the flow of the concert film that could have been.