This is a cerebral, 25-year-old film that follows the blueprint for today’s endless glut of superhero movies.
Bob Roberts is a shrewdly drawn portrait of the unsettling intersection of entertainment, business, and politics.
If, as Jimmy famously tells us, there’s no crying in baseball, there’s plenty of it in baseball nostalgia.
The film is fascinated and captivated by the kind of man who’d want to put on a bat costume and save people.
The Kid ’n Play rap number puts a visual representation on the film’s strongest asset: soundtrack-derived nostalgia.
David Fincher’s film maintains a consistently bleak atmosphere that elevates it above its sloppy sequel.
Throughout, Jim Jarmusch playfully blurs the line between driver/passenger, servant/customer, and native/immigrant.
Clark Franklin’s One False Move brings a shotgun to a knife fight, and the results aren’t pretty.