Soderbergh’s professed neutrality toward Guevara’s life and times succeeds mostly in leeching the emotion out of them.
Redbelt may or may not be Mamet’s best feature, but it is most definitely his least sycophantically written.
Redbelt is faithfully cast in the tradition of Jean-Pierre Melville’s Le Samouraï.
Edge enhancement visibly hugs objects and actors from time to time, but color saturation is gorgeous and the sometimes gloppy blacks, given the film’s origin as a comic book, always make sense.
The Others might be terrorists, but they have families, homes and moments of humanity just as real as the show’s protagonists.
And that’s the end of that.
Snyder’s 300 is a twin fount of humorlessness and turgidity.
A cold synthetic invention, 300 catches the eye but leaves the heart indifferent.
Call it a coincidence, call it karma, call it the weirdest grand design imaginable.
Now in the third episode of the new season, Lost appears to be hitting its stride.
Carandiru is slim pickings compared to HBO’s prison drama Oz.