Steven Soderbergh takes a macro approach to the scandal, though the results, with rare exception, are vexingly micro.
Writer-director Susan Walter’s film is almost determined to disprove the causality of social phenomena.
It perfectly communicates the surreal hell of what the original production of The Room must have been like.
For a film about such a singular profession, it offers surprisingly little insight into linemen’s day-to-day labor.
The question of why one should actually work up any emotional investment in what happens to these people is never really answered, much less asked in the first place.
Lost in the music, mustaches, and furniture of the early ‘70s, this docudrama of a porn star’s exploitation isn’t nearly painful enough.
If 2004’s Catwoman expressed anything, it wasn’t female empowerment, but the empowerment Halle Berry felt after winning her historic Oscar three years prior.
Lovelace seems unwilling or unable to go to deeper and darker places.
In the general critical conversation surrounding the films of Paul Verhoeven, Total Recall often gets the short shrift.
It's a worthwhile buy for fans, with terrific grain and an even better commentary track.
Bobby is not better than JFK but it is not completely without value.
Alpha Dog boasts a menacing drum n’ bass score and lots of meaningless split screen effects.
Even as the casting goes against convention, Don and Jarmusch never sufficiently look past the clichés of these roles .
