The material, convoluted even by Shakespeare’s narratively dexterous standards, is admittedly a tough nut for a filmmaker to crack.
Prime Suspect is arresting and criminally entertaining.
The filmmakers’ use of color (or lack thereof) and movement is rife with surprise.
No gay jokes, but the fat and ugly get thrown under the bus in ways unseen since About Schmidt.
Changeling announces itself as an autopsy of an expansive body of lies that it never actually performs.
Call it embalmed screwball.
Imagine a heist film cast by the Rainbow Coalition and you have some idea of what Spike Lee does with Inside Man.
Things That Hang From Trees offers a slice of special education-tinged Southern gothic minus the evocative eccentricity.