The Coen brothers’ film paints its floundering Washington inhabitants as intractably or even fatally stupid.
Adam McKay and Will Ferrell’s latest generally succeeds at having its cake and devouring it too.
The Visitor’s allusions to our fucked-up state-of-affairs feel like gratuitous background noise.
See DVD come out. See people with brains not buy it.
Finally, a movie to bring lovers of bad soap opera and aficionados of golden showers and scatting together at last.
This “based on a true rumor” story about the real-life basis for Charles Webb’s novel and Mike Nichols’s The Graduate is a rhythm-less, laugh-less mess.
Social commentary mingles with stupid comedy in Fun with Dick and Jane, a flaccid, humorless update of the 1977 George Segal-Jane Fonda romp.
North Country turns on itself like some rabid animal with its leg caught in a bear trap.
Shall We Dance? Let’s not.
Peter Chelsom’s Shall We Dance? may be the most polite seven-year-itch comedy ever made.
Intolerable Cruelty ultimately doesn’t spend enough time in the courtroom and in the boudoir.
Few films of this kind boast such an edgy, luxuriant sound design.
By film’s end, Changing Lanes questions the effects of individual morality on a collective consciousness.
The Man Who Wasn’t There is a Cold War tragedy about a man who is as invisible to the world as he is to himself.