The internal crisis of its protagonist amounts to the flicking of an on/off switch rather than the ebb and flow of a consciousness being born.
Angelina Jolie brings home the bacon and fries it up in a pan she could turn into a deadly weapon on a moment’s notice.
If Angelina Jolie were an element on the periodic table, she would be positively atomic.
John Boorman’s In My Country moves the heart in ways that Catch a Fire never approaches.
Only in its final surprising shots does Rabbit-Proof Fence find the authority it’s looking for.
Phillip Noyce’s The Quiet American is a stirring account of colonialism in matters of the heart.