Severin’s release captures Greenaway’s black comedy in all its sumptuous beauty.
The phantoms of 2020 resurface with shivery impact throughout.
A brain-dead slog whose bankrupt aesthetics ironically soil the very legacy it purports to aggrandize.
Are the micro-biopics that lean on the spectacle of celebrity impersonation the new camp?
There’s a distinct pleasure in watching an awkward Somali girl in the big city go from Nell to Iman in 60 seconds.
After the monotonous guide through history that was In Search of Mozart, Phil Grabsky’s follow-up plays like a much-needed shot of adrenaline.
When Did You Last See Your Father? is a low-key Big Fish minus the whimsical fantasy.
Malta’s tourism industry will likely survive this mirthless rom-com.
No one should be allowed to attend a screening of In Search of Mozart without a Red Bull in hand.
The film, despite the its supposed “based on true events” credentials, comes off as merely so much preposterous, contrived nonsense.
Infamous takes a more complex approach to exploring Truman Capote’s disintegration than Bennett Miller’s Capote.
Mike Newell’s Mona Lisa Smile is a hopeless lesson on how to beat a dead horse.
If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends, make it last forever, friendship never ends.
It distressingly finds close-ups of the players’ legs, chests, and behinds indispensable to the story’s empowerment rallying cry.