He gave her his heart, she gave him a pen, and Say Anything… still gives off a sweet, enveloping glow.
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.
Saying The Promotion’s tone is all wrong would imply that it had a tone to begin with.
Mostly, this film is a smug literati’s interpretation of a May-December romance.
This smirky ask-nothing account of Bettie Page’s life won’t give anyone a rise, good or bad.
Flip on the Independent Film Channel any day of the week, any hour, and chances are you’ll find a movie like Factotum.
This stealth, beguiling creature of a film is teeming on the inside with rapidly-growing ideas about cultural and personal malaise.
Resisting the conventions of the traditional biopic at every turn, the film never finds its footing as a story.
It’s the range of torment that haunts the film’s white women that truly lingers in the mind.