The characters in John Turturro’s directorial efforts have a yen for treating choleric fits like arias.
In the Valley of Elah is so obviously plotted it could have been scripted by the inflatable autopilot from Airplane!
Rescue Me is a series at war with its own worst impulses.
Crowe doesn’t know how to shoot movies but he knows how to put on musical revues.
Elizabethtown is Garden State without the matching clothes and wallpaper.
Shall We Dance? Let’s not.
Chazz Palminteri’s romantic dramedy Noel is predicated on all sorts of chance encounters.
The Hunger is strictly for perverts and camp enthusiasts.
The film is all all neo-gothic smoke and mirrors.
Peter Chelsom’s Shall We Dance? may be the most polite seven-year-itch comedy ever made.
An intimate DVD treatment for an equally quaint and surprisingly rewarding film.
The disc expertly presents Christopher McDonald’s hilariously bushy moustache in all its unkempt glory.
Thelma & Louise’s feminist call to arms winds up sounding woefully simple-minded.
Sadists, masochists, wife beaters, and child abusers of the world rejoice.
Its earnest and undeniably tender touch couldn’t have come at a better time.
Everyone’s shit hits the fan on cue and the film never really recovers from the rote sitcom wind-down, Goldie Hawn’s lively spirit and nasty potty mouth makes it all easier to swallow.
The film is an obnoxious coming-of-age saga whose ironic characters may as well be rejects from Andy Warhol’s Factory.