The film has the swing-for-the-fences ambition that could have made it a compelling folly.
The film is so economical in its momentum, and its tone of comic wistfulness so uniform, that its string of tableaux rarely feels jerky.
Ironically, Clint Eastwood is as condescending of Jewell as the bureaucrats he despises.
It conspicuously tries to distance itself from the revenge film’s propensity toward florid excess.
Life Itself revels in the shameless emotional manipulation stemming from the ham-fisted tendencies of its own maker.
Sloppy and haphazard where it should be calculatedly chaotic, it can’t ever seem to settle on an appropriate tone.
Both Olivia Wilde and Luke Wilson understand the greatest pain of loss to be rooted in its searing inexpressibility.
Like Cake, Meadowland takes a slow, painfully close look at the effects of a parent losing a child.
The star and director spoke to us about the haunted intimacy of Meadowland from this year’s Tribeca Film Festival.
Sans a single compositional sleight of hand, it merely delighting in turning lights on and off and watching Zoe appear in random places.
If the glue holding Crash’s arcs together was Paul Haggis’s belief in the power of racism, this time it’s love.
A sexily chaotic parody of entitlement becomes just another tale of a white dude learning that there are worse things in life than essentially having no problems.
Swanberg continues to grow confidently into his status as one of our finest poets of not-quite-youthful confusion.
Perhaps the most crucial element of Jonze’s vision is its sympathetic embrace of the volatile beating hearts of its characters.
Her is rich in alternately wry and depressing details about the human condition.
Ron Howard’s by-the-seat-of-your-pants aesthetic makes the slower, darker sequences feel hurried and bland, especially when stacked up next to the racing sequences.
The film stars Joaquin Phoenix as a man who falls in love with an advanced Siri-like operating system.
The film’s small, improvisational skeleton struggles to meet the demands of the more ambitious story it’s trying to tell.
The film is overtly suspicious and critical of the new and only serviceably romantic about the old.
Prince Avalanche, a Judd Apatow-like bromance elevated to the realm of near-myth, is an extremely odd, deliberately jarring work.