Had Lucky You reached theaters two years ago, Curtis Hanson would have been accused of shamelessly jumping on the celebrity-poker bandwagon.
All anxiety is born in darkness. Fear is mystery’s child.
A Scanner Darkly looks sweet, but it’s scarcely penetrating.
Alright, the first column seems to have gone fairly well. An observation though: not enough conflict. We’re in agreement on far too much.
What would Diane Arbus have made of Nicole Kidman in Fur?
The contest between one’s desire to flee home and the attraction to the formative people and places of one’s youth forms the crux of the film.
Richard Linklaer is good at capturing the failed intimacy of Generation X.
Nicholas Jarecki’s The Outsider doesn’t have the edge of a race-conscious James Toback film.
PETA members may take to The Shaggy Dog.
One of the best-looking films of 2005 doesn’t exactly get the red-carpet treatment from Warner Home Video.
Scripted by renowned novelist and playwright Don DeLillo, Game 6 might have been right at home on the page or in a Broadway theater.
The film is a silly, self-reflexive lark oozing spitfire sarcasm and nonchalant cool.
The dichotomy between Murrow and McCarthy is emblematic of Good Night, and Good Luck’s fixation on contrast.
It is an anthological example of attentive students surpassing their teacher.
The musical backdrop is so predictable that it doesn’t allow Downey a single fold to hide his voice behind.
Mathieu Kassovitz and Matthew Libatique talk very generally about the film on the limp commentary track included here.
Wouldn’t it have made more sense for Paramount to put Erika Christensen’s Wuthering Heights on the DVD for Beyond Borders instead?
Penélope Cruz not only chews the scenery, she pisses on it and begins chewing on it again.
The Singing Detective is tedious to sit through mostly because its every moment feels so painfully misguided.
The overall effect is like opening a present on Christmas morning.