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It’s getting harder for fictional characters to do something so outrageous that we can’t empathize with them.
Parsing truth from fiction is a taxing task in Exit Through the Gift Shop, a film allegedly by famed British street artist Banksy.
Teaming Ben Stiller with Greta Gerwig and Mark Duplass is Noah Baumbach’s transparent attempt to meld Big Hollywood with mumblecore.
Writer-director Richard Curtis is about as rock ‘n’ roll as the average great-grandmother.
The way Elizabeth: The Golden Age tells it, the Spanish Armada’s defeat by the British Empire was the orgasm The Virgin Queen never had.
An origin story that, sadly, has less in common with Jonathan Demme’s Silence of the Lambs than it does with Hannibal and Red Dragon.
We must taste really, really good.
The more we learn about the bogeyman, the less terrifying he becomes.
Roger Michell’s direction can only be described as bourgeois.
Mira Nair’s stately costume drama does little to desecrate Thackeray’s opus.
The film is unevenly pitched somewhere between a straight-faced Mr. Smith Goes to Washington and a magical-realist Big Fish.
The transfer makes great use of the left and right speakers whenever water is splashing on screen or Kevin Spacey promises to drown.
Lasse Hallström’s rendering of place and time is quaint and evocative even if the film, as a whole, moves at the speed of a glacial ice flow.