Fatih Akin’s In the Fade comes to life when it dramatizes the distraction tactics necessary to excusing terrorism.
This high-falutin’ Nazi origin story is practically a masterpiece of subtlety in the finger-wagging blowhard Haneke’s canon.
For the most part, the film’s story is one of heroism in the face of potentially deadly circumstances.
Yes, North Face is half a great movie. The mountain steals the show.
The filmmakers do best when the climbers’ fight for survival isn’t overwhelmed by the ominous time and place.
Ever wonder about the ancestors of the murderous jocks in Funny Games?
Yolande Moreau’s performance also proves a perfect tonal match for Martin Provost’s subtle, meticulous, and frequently beautiful compositions.
The Orwellian intimations are, like the copious shout-outs to Brecht and Beethoven, catnip to audiences who never heard of The Lost Honor of Katharina Blum.
A few elements chip away somewhat at Amen’s seriousness of intent, but they do add fire to the stimulating drama.
Costa-Gavras walks a fine line between portraying the soulless social allowances and ignorance that allowed the Holocaust to happen, and exploiting them for dramatic punch.
Now, if someone could figure out a way to grind the disc into tablet form, insomniacs without DVD players can rejoice as well.
Soderbergh takes Full Frontal into the stratosphere with this prolonged grief-counseling session with a minimalist sci-fi backdrop.