In spite of the film’s strikingly lived-in sense of place, the script’s melodramatic storytelling works against that verisimilitude.
The film mixes a self-help message with moments of hard, cruel detail.
The music video is a moving meditation on America’s school shooting epidemic.
It uses convention to its advantage through intriguing casting choices and effective allusions to film history.
The film boldly raises the unanswerable question of whether it’s better for an artist to safely isolate his work or tweak it a bit so as to share it with the world.
Shout! wasn’t quite able to rouse itself up to its typical standard with set, which is understandable considering the dullness of the films.
The film distinguishes itself as an often affecting look at two people just trying to get by.
Here’s a conspiracy theory for you: Ishtar is intentionally terrible.
Hardly worth a double-dip, but No Country’s ambient horror will pin you to the floor and slice into your neck with a taut handcuff chain.
This is an unfortunately slim DVD package for the best Oscar top-dog since Million Dollar Baby.
The Coens bring a touch of levity to their adaptation of Cormac McCarthy’s relentlessly bleak 2003 novel.
Broken Bridges soft-pedals tired tripe about redemption, reconciliation, and finding solace in the bottle.
With the tiniest, most generous of building blocks, the film says so much about the way we love and repel one another.
Amityville 3-D is too poorly written, awkwardly staged, and pathologically stupid to register as campy fun.
For God’s Sake, doesn’t anyone in Long Island own a flyswatter?
Rising Place has flavor to burn but still feels as if its choking on crawfish.