Throughout You Won’t Be Alone, writer-director Goran Stolevski rejects the slickness that defines so-called elevated horror.
Though eerie and quietly deadpan, the film circles its grab bag of themes for so long that it also becomes tedious.
The film is ultimately too tidy to embrace anything truly startling or unexpected, either stylistically or narratively.
Forget Dog Day Afternoon, as the film doesn’t even clear the bar set by F. Gary Gray’s tense and exciting The Negotiator.
With its dull mixture of indifferently staged exposition and action, it suggests a primitive side-scrolling video game.
Tommy Wirkola’s film squanders an evocative premise in favor of rote gun-fu carnage.
It attempts to dress up torture-porn tropes with a late-inning switch to science fiction that spectacularly backfires.
It’s at once devoted to corroborating and casting an exaggerated light on Soviet paranoia and the state’s rhetoric of unmasking its enemies.
With its optimistic ending, the film muddies its previous statements regarding the danger of unthinkingly hanging on to totems of the past.
Dumped unceremoniously into a handful of theaters earlier this year, De Palma’s sexy and savage Passion gets a spectacular Blu-ray transfer from
The action merely meanders when it should be hurtling forward, running in circles when one expects it to head toward a conclusion
The film is a symphony of giddy terror where people perpetually hide behind masks, both literal and figurative.
Passion utilizes its parent film’s narrative of corporate betrayal as mere framework for which De Palma to dress in all kinds of
An oddball blockbuster that gets better when it gets to be “too much.” As for Warner’s handsomely mounted Blu-ray, less is more.
Prometheus pesters its audience into deferring to its thin profundities.
Witches, wives, and even Whoopi made this list of women who sport only the darkest uniforms.
Guy Ritchie goes for tedious commotion over cheeky comedy in this depressingly flaccid follow-up to 2009’s Sherlock Holmes.
The “Millennium” completist doesn’t need to be told to pick this up.
Tawdry is as tawdry does, yet The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest often seems at a loss over how to channel
The story slowly exposes the brutal details of Lisbeth’s torturous formative years with This Is Your Life!-caliber sloppiness.