This list comprises most of what we do best: incisive critique of film, TV, and music, awards soothsaying, and listology.
Taboo is perched somewhere between the utterly baroque, the intensely theatrical, and the routinely expositional.
This laughable would-be diversion has only its digitally-based predecessors going for it.
Is the film dirty enough for Redman to not clean his act up?
Dirty is clumsier and less earnest than Crash, but it’s every bit as totalitarian.