Neil Burger’s film transcends the déjà vu of its borrowed trappings but ironically sacrifices all momentum in favor of a long series of physical tests.
The latest offering from Ejecta builds from Enya-esque meditation to ‘80s synth-pop splendor in under two minutes.
The art of storytelling is both of distinct narrative interest and personal issue in the latest payload of calcified nonsense from one of modern cinema’s oddest would-be auteurs.
Yelling to the Sky isn’t the outraged indictment its title would imply.
Beware the Gonzo is a dramedy set in the present day that doesn’t seem to know much about the present day.
Matthew Vaughn’s film is smothered in numbing exhibits of conspicuous consumption.
The fourth season of Californication proves there can indeed be too much of a good thing.
Anna Boden and Ryan Fleck’s competent, bland aesthetics do little more than occasionally amplify their material’s cloying sentimentality,
Until the cheap sentiment of its finale, The Greatest feels like a generally honest look at the grieving process.
It hurts to see Neil Jordan’s name attached to something as deplorable as The Brave One.