Ava isn’t only banal, but also, in its half-hearted stabs at novel ideas, seemingly content with its banality.
This self-important white elephant lumbers even when its rapid editing and dollying cameras would like to suggest a stampede.
Bruce Beresford can’t even represent Li’s dancing with a modicum of dynamism.
Jia Zhang-ke’s latest is simultaneously more and less than meets the eye.
Bertolucci and Vittorio Storaro's master class on epic filmmaking does David Lean better than David Lean.
The awe-inspiring camerawork combines gorgeous color, expansive landscapes, and a set of beautifully incorporated symbols.
Ang Lee busts a nut with Lust, Caution.
Zhang Yang’s film knows a thing or two about child-parent dynamics.