It’s a beloved period costume drama, but in terms of visceral impact and camera movement, it’s an action flick.
The episode felt shot through with the weight of time passed and the regrets incumbent in such a scenario.
What’s up with the ’70s cop show parodies?
The episode wasn’t a total waste, as it did contain two genuinely shocking developments.
Christopher Walken started out as a dancer, and he manages to bring that sense of movement into his performances.
After almost three full seasons it’s now abundantly clear that most of the characters’ suffering can be traced to a common source: problem fathers.
It’s a rare actor who can convey self-awareness without seeming self-conscious.
Pervasive grief permeates every frame of Battlestar Galactica’s latest.
Snyder’s 300 is a twin fount of humorlessness and turgidity.
All anxiety is born in darkness. Fear is mystery’s child.
I’ve finally begun to sympathize with the show’s writers and producers.
Abbas Kiarostami is exhausted, and understandably so.
Entering the media installation portion of the retrospective is akin, one suspects, to entering the Iranian master’s head.
Starbuck’s death resonated with the characters who cared about her most.
In Black Snake Moan, Samuel L. Jackson bathes Christina Ricci and they don’t end up having sex.
Zhang simply tells a story itching with melodrama and socio-historical resonance in as sober and still a voice as he can muster.
For a long time I thought I didn’t get Antonioni.
There seems to be more Lost doubters than usual these days.
The ontology of the man at the center of Christian worship is defined through language.
In an attempt to convince you to see this incredible film, here’s my 30th anniversary appreciation over at the Dallas Observer.