Review: Jason Bourne

Where Paul Greengrass’s action sequences were once visceral and intentionally unpleasant, now they just titillate.

Review: My King

Maïwenn fashions a bracing film about co-dependency, capturing the erotic contours of subservience and flattery.

Review: Rio, I Love You

The hygienization of Rio into what at times looks like a soulless Southern California town is so scandalous it feels like a spoof of the Cities of Love series.

Review: Partisan

Ariel Kleiman fashions an erotic atmosphere of dusty sensuality that complicates our judgement of this world.

Review: Child 44

It’s at once devoted to corroborating and casting an exaggerated light on Soviet paranoia and the state’s rhetoric of unmasking its enemies.

Review: Trance

The film draws out Danny Boyle’s less dazzling commercial side, not to mention his penchant for whirling excess.

Review: The Monk

Dominik Moll never addresses Matthew Gregory Lewis’s original groundbreaking ideas in the film, nor does he rework the material for a contemporary audience.