Sometimes it’s hard to separate a movie from the hype.
After the emotional high points reached in last week’s installment of Luck, it’s only natural that this week’s episode feels a bit like a come-down.
Spike Lee’s film is pitched as a wake-up call.
This is a complete list of our predicted winners at the 2012 Academy Awards.
Atlan’s black-and-white Mortem has been billed as a “metaphysical thriller” inspired by David Lynch and Ingmar Bergman.
So it is that the one year we didn’t stick to our frilliest-always-wins guns here, we came up short.
As season three of Justified reaches the halfway point, things are starting to escalate in a hurry.
Andi Toma and Jan St. Werner continue to reexamine and expand on low-key IDM with every new release.
If we had been more emotionally involved with Hunt in this film, we might have found it more moving.
Transfer satisfies, at a minimum, with a surfeit of intriguing ideas and delirious plot complications.
Milch-speak, as it’s referred to, is made more impenetrable in Luck than it is in his period-accurate Deadwood.
Mystery seems to shroud every aspect of Fox Searchlight’s Sound of My Voice.
The myth of “The Voice” emphasizes how natural it all was for Whitney Houston and how easy she made it look.
Even at its messiest and most meandering, the film exudes a refreshing warmth toward its characters.
After a few initial disappointments in Berlinale’s main competition, things gradually began to pick up.
While his work with children remains impeccable, Kore-eda Hirokazu proves considerably less successful in dealing with the adult characters in his latest film.
Nicki Minaj isn’t taking any chances with the official lead single from her forthcoming sophomore album.
There’s something incredibly strange, frantic, and amazing about Dewey stumbling his way through Lexington trying to raise the money to buy back his own kidneys.
Michael Glawogger’s Whores’ Glory offers a revealing, troubling look into a trio of environments of prostitution.
Berlinale, the most smoothly run of all major festivals, is a pleasure for the Anglophone.