Jon Stewart’s amiable satire tries to show that you can make light political comedy in the Trump era.
Aggressive satire gives Full Frontal a platform for envisioning alternative relations of gender and power.
It shrugs off the bigger questions about Iranian politics its first half appears to raise, falling back instead on a gestalt of the eternal, Kafkaesque regime, wherever the viewer may find it.
Unfortunately, Rosewater rarely builds off the scenes between Gael García Bernal and Kim Bodnia.
The comedian-filmmakers broach the doc’s central subject with crass and offensive standup routines that wouldn’t be out of place on the Blue Collar Comedy Tour.
Blergh. Weeks ago I dreamed a dream where all the particulars of my presently contentious relationship with Anne Hathaway were manifest.
The film is a cute, quirky, but predominately superficial portrait of brainy wordsmiths.
The Oscar telecast was generally well paced and well judged.
It’s hard to imagine a documentary more foul-mouthed—or jaw-droppingly, side-splittingly hilarious—than The Aristocrats.
Both flatulent and sporadically funny, DeVito’s Death to Smoochy will feel right at home next to those Barney DVDs.
Remember when it was cool to make fun of Barney and scream “whassup” when charging into a room?