The film’s highpoint is one of the most moving sex scenes in all of American cinema, and the irony of it involving bland puppets is hardly lost on Kaufman and Johnson.
The premise of the film is simple, but it’s a simplicity that can only attract complications.
Anomalisa exhibits Charlie Kaufman’s patented mix of tender melancholy and dark, absurdist comedy.
It rejects a fawning (or even particularly detailed) account of mental illness in favor of a plunge into the deep end of a bottomless ego.
Chris Messina is a little too indifferent to the machinations of the plot, but the film is a romantic daydream that casts a lovely spell.
This mischievous gob of spit in the face of chivalry gets a problematic HD transfer and a spate of twice-told supplements.
The film is a hybrid of a Lifetime movie focused on a “strong woman,” a run-of-the-mill murder mystery, and a yogurt commercial from hell.
It ultimately offers little more than another opportunity for famous actors to indulge their fetishistic, inadvertently condescending impressions of “everyday” people.
An overmatched star and a scarcity of eccentricity sink this hip-lit origin story from director John Krokidas.
Given the film’s early promise, it’s unfortunate how it turns into a largely reductive Freudian character piece in which the main character has to come to terms with his old man.
The concluding season is a mostly redeeming finale for a show most people hate to love and love to hate.
A paltry offering of bad-looking archival interviews is, sadly, all Echo Bridge shelled out for.
The real stars of the series are the misfits who circle Nancy’s erratic orbit.
As with seasons past, the quality of the writing on Weeds fluctuates even more wildly than Nancy’s mood swings..
An initially naturalistic depiction of late medieval existence quickly becomes a larger-than-life mixing of history and fantasy.
Teaming Ben Stiller with Greta Gerwig and Mark Duplass is Noah Baumbach’s transparent attempt to meld Big Hollywood with mumblecore.
If the film starts off as a test of Halsey’s will to live, it certainly doesn’t end up that way.
The artistic psyche has never been more joylessly explored than in Synecdoche, New York.
For nearly a decade, I’ve felt a certain allegiance to Robert Altman’s Short Cuts, and I’d never seen a single frame of it.
The jokes build and resound like a good, honest fright.