Social ills become frivolous punchlines in this dire slice of Hollywood escapism.
Steven Soderbergh takes a macro approach to the scandal, though the results, with rare exception, are vexingly micro.
Throughout the film, nearly every exchange of dialogue sounds like sparring blocks of Wikipedia-like information.
The filmmakers cut the film to emphasize the story’s familiar plot points, rather than highlight any instances of personal visual artistry.
In keeping his actors on his sober-yet-buoyant plane, Kenneth Branagh presents a convincing romance that doesn’t stall the film’s brisk clip.
The longer you watch Dracula, the more it becomes clear that it isn’t as interested in revitalizing the legend as it is in inoculating it.
A soothing lullaby for alpha-male viewers and survival buffs.
Rowan Joffe’s Brighton Rock never brings its baby-faced hood antihero into a semblance of human plausibility.
Sally Hawkins and Eddie Marsen’s performances still make this DVD worth every penny, don’t they?
The film tries to show how hard it is for people to retain their essential goodness in spite of the indignities that subsume their lives.
Fuck the Ides of March.