The series attempts to derive excitement solely from its overly calibrated performances.
Bette Gordon’s film proffers the East Coast couple as an inevitably miserable institution without really meaning to.
The thrill of seeing women beat the snot out of each other is about all that the film offers, though for a lean, efficient 83-minute genre picture like this, that turns out to be just enough.
Evil is Samuel L. Jackson breaking into an Edward G. Robinson voice and wearing a black, 1920s-style gangster suit and fedora.
If this is the best that out-of-order indie romances can get, why bother with them?
Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez’s Grindhouse is more homage than reinvention of schlock.
This is a predictable movie, not particularly funny, like Funny Face with no musical numbers.
Rent-heads will shriek for joy when they encounter the supplemental materials available on this two-disc DVD edition.
Virtually no musical number transpires without an array of swirling indifference, undermining a lot of the drama.