Yet another limp spy spoof that fails to make any interesting critiques about the genre, let alone construct a humorous gag.
The Grandmaster is an expectedly exquisite work which reveals its author’s fingerprints in every frame, motion, and emotion.
Films about the not-so-great outdoors pervade this year’s festival.
It’s hard to pinpoint exactly why Days of Being Wild doesn’t quite move me like Wong’s other films.
Lightweight escapism is only fun if it’s light on its feet.
Strictly for card-carrying members of the Zhang Ziyi Fan Club.
Wong Kar-wai means to depress Mr. Chow, but he bums out his audience in the process.
The extras are scarce but Quentin Tarantino’s, err, Zhang Yimou’s Hero gets the video/audio treatment it finally deserves.
History is scant or purposefully blurred in Lou Ye’s abstruse Purple Butterfly, a war drama with Wongian aspirations.
In Zhang Yimou’s orgiastic film, love isn’t so much a fabulous extension of history as it is a colorful off-shoot.
Hero is elliptical, primal, radically disjointed, and female-empowering.
Jackie Chan lost his grace years ago and Chris Tucker has the voice and personality only a blind/deaf canine could love unconditionally.