The only thing that offsets its self-negating revisionism are the scenes involving Gillian Anderson vicereine.
The film is rife with tired food metaphors and plot twists so predictable you see them coming like travelers on the poplar-lined street that leads to the restaurants.
The laziest sort of political cinema, full of straw men and finger-pointing, wrapped up in an awards-friendly bow.
Stars drop in and out with great frequency at the Abu Dhabi Film Festival.
To quote Julia Roberts’s character in the film, Charlie Wilson’s War is liberal…but not where it counts.
Mike Nichols navigates the nuts-and-bolts of political strategy as prosaically as he did in Primary Colors.
A deluxe anniversary reissue is the best way to revisit an Oscar-winning ’80s dinosaur.
Richard Attenborough’s polished, thoroughly safe veneration of the great political and spiritual Indian leader has no room for contradiction.
All genetically predisposed cinephiles must own Code 46.
The film is a 92-minute, color-coded mood enhancer boiling over with provocative ideas and unsettling imagery.
It putters to a close without ever feasting on the irony and grand opera of a master Massuer’s fall from grace.