The show’s central story resonates most when it shows us its beating heart.
Shawn Linden skillfully draws us into the narrative before springing a series of startling traps—of both the narrative and literal variety.
The dank Louisiana bayou is a perfect setting for The Chameleon, a ripped-from-the-headlines mystery where identity is as solid as quicksand.
It evinces enough hatred of mankind to make Todd Solondz look like a dedicated humanist.
Director Josh Sternfeld, or Meskada’s source code, couples the overt familiarity of the iconography with stomach-turning visual redundancy.
The brooding main characters in James M. Hausler’s Kalamity take indulgent suffering to another level.
Director Terrence Malick recommends that The Thin Red Line be played loud.
Renée Zellweger makes a concerted effort portraying Ann as charming and sympathetic even as the narrative fails to justify either quality.
Quid Pro Quo is appealingly offbeat until its narrative takes a wayward detour into pat simplifications.
Sleepwalking isn’t made of chilly, prickly metal, but tepid mush.
The film operates under the delusion that it’s a scabrous genre autopsy.
Fans of the film may want to save their allowance money and wait for the inevitable two-disc edition.
If Sin City’s construction is wholly self-aware, its deliberately affected performances wisely forgo winks to their own outlandishness.
Despite the fact that one feature on this DVD actually has the nerve to threaten us with termination, this is a pretty un-dorky two-disc set.
A naked man. A naked woman. A slithering snake. A burning bush.
This impressive feature is well worth a look but with no extras on hand, make this one a rental.
Todd Field’s film tackles grief with nary a hint of weepy melodrama.