Takashi Miike embraces his inner classicist with 13 Assassins, a sturdy yet surprisingly conventional samurai saga.
What would you do with head lice?
Only tutus and pointe shoes separate the dainty stage in Black Swan from the gladiatorial ring of The Wrestler.
As the economy crumbles all around us, Depression-era nostalgia is in the air.
The Town is a fatuous star vehicle that leaves little doubt about who gets the most soulful close-ups.
For the umpteenth time this season, Don has thrown himself into a drinking binge, precipitated by an urgent call from Anna’s family in California that he can’t bring himself to return.
The films that Walsh made at Warner Bros. from 1939 to 1949 represent a remarkably sustained run of creativity.
Could Box: The Hakamada Case have the impact of The Thin Blue Line?
Why does it work? It’s funny.
Though Miss Mouche is farfetched, it does present an honest portrayal of the concerns and behavior of a girl on the verge of adulthood.
Outside of the flashbacks, Mad Men gets a little meta on Emmy weekend by making Don’s winning an advertising award (a Clio) a major plot point.
The Big Chill is a master class in Hollywood co-option of fundamentally noncommercial material.
I always thought Harry Langdon was creepy. Jerry Lewis seemed mostly silly.
Regardless of his modus operandi, Kon will be remembered as a visionary and an unrivaled animation director.
Love, too, is one of the greatest gambles a human being can make.
Spike Lee generally refrains from stacking the deck in favor of one side or the other, presenting the evidence and the analysis and letting us make up our own minds.
As usual, it’s Pete who is most eager to prove that the need to consume crosses all social barriers.
Nanny McPhee Returns follows the honorable tradition of the best of England’s children’s literature.
Dermansky brings a refreshing mix of honest fandom and driving curiosity to her second novel.
As Akira tells a sympathetic cashier at the grocery store where he shops, “it was an awful mess.”