A missed opportunity...recommendable to audiences looking for a warm-hearted, tearjerking movie, but not terribly commendable for cineastes in search of a sophisticated film. 

A missed opportunity...recommendable to audiences looking for a warm-hearted, tearjerking movie, but not terribly commendable for cineastes in search of a sophisticated film. 

True to form, Almodóvar gets unimpeachable performances from his cast (particularly Bernal...) and paints his frames with gleefully lurid strokes. 

A mildly abrasive satire of America's holiday lockstepping [which backpedals] desperately into toothless humanism. 

The Carmen sequences, though consistent with Callas Forever's washed-out '70s look, have a beauty and immediacy which the rest of the film lacks. 

The austerity of the film's latter part might seem merely maudlin had Leigh not so carefully established that life goes on in and around the film's central polemic. 

Oscar winner Jim Broadbent turns up long enough to say, "I wish I was dead." 

Though many of the performers aren't, or arguably aren't, blues artists (but rather soul, R and B, or even folk artists)...a cheap seat for a fun-filled, big-ticket event. 

The plotting of this otherwise workmanlike comedy-adventure is as fundamentally ridiculous as it is predictable and lacking in tension. 

Alfie smacks its dog with a rolled-up newspaper and then feels guilty about it. This one has star power and nothing else, y'know what I mean? 

Saw opens with fair warning in the form of a production company logo for Twisted Pictures.
Razor-sharp barbed wire twists into the center of the frame, where an iron spike impales the wire.
No rain... 

Not the stodgy costume drama it may appear to be...To Bening's triumph, the audience can only love Julia, warts and all, by picture's end. 

No one in the film comes across as a flesh-and-blood character...Birth is overdressed with nowhere to go. 

Worth seeing, mostly for its colorful period design and lively musical numbers, but this version of the "official story" takes some wrong turns. 

Some sort of Martian comedy hell I was doomed to misunderstand...like watching Ben Affleck burn Stanislavsky in effigy for ninety minutes. 

Carruth's worthy entry in the Blair Witch Project/Pi sweepstakes is inordinately clever in making the most of modest resources. 

Parker and Stone unleash the Jerry Bruckheimer id with the movie we all know Hollywood would seriously like to make...cannot be denied its humorous high points. 

17th Century blogger Samuel Pepys called stage actor Edward Kynaston 'the loveliest lady that ever I saw'. Ned Kynaston's career playing women ended abruptly when King Charles II decreed that women,... 

Miramax's remake of their 1996 Japanese import Shall We Dance is ostensibly about romance and magic but actually about maximum exploitation of the property, done up in all the Hollywood trimmings. Ri... 

Red Lights bristles with subcutaneous fear at signals which Hollywood thrillers routinely run. 

Tarnation is some kind of triumph of personal expression [but] also maddening at times in Caouette's lack of restraint...defiantly [is] what it is: one of a kind. 

Is the fish fresh?...Shark Tale believes it can foist off high-speed energy in the place of wit. 

Conventional, lacking in depth, and reliant on the artifical tension of action scenes to goose along an otherwise watchable but dull movie. 

Elicits a palpable emotional and intellectual effect...strikes the same sad note of discord thirty years later. 

World War II and its attendant local metaphors serve as MacGuffins for a quiet tale of two people, if only Trojan would keep his focus on them. 

Though you might think this Forest Whitaker film (yeah, you read that right) has more going for it than the other 274 cookie-cutter fairy-tale comedies...you'd be wrong. 

Takes apart conservative middle-class society by opening the floodgates of sexual desire...a non-stop cavalcade of fetishes, novelty songs, and bawdy slang. 

The generic parallel plots of sports-movie suspense and falling-in-love sap squeeze stars Paul Bettany and Kirsten Dunst together like so much peanut butter and jelly. 

Though the exercise is ultimately empty, Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow must be seen to be disbelieved, so off you go. 

Bernie Mac's...vehicle may be more like an Acura than a Porsche, but it gets decent mileage out of its mildly funny character comedy. 

We here at New Line Cellular...have the plan for you!...92 inflexible real-time minutes that are sure to pump up your fast-paced, action-packed lifestyle. 

Flashes of wit [aside]...flimsy narration and flaccid acting (particularly from Townsend in a central role) do nothing to bolster this well-intentioned but forgettable film. 

With apologies to Joe Bob...Countless dead bodies. Six breasts...Beer-swilling cowboy zombie-sniper. Demon dogs...Gratuitous accents...Graveyard Fu... 

The absurdist staging suggests a kind of magic surrealism; Miike literally turns homosexual panic inside out. 

Roughly equivalent to the Matrix sequels: drama-starved dazzle and irresolute interrogation. 

Taking a cue from Thackeray's spry, witty, self-referential narration, Indian director Nair emphasizes the allusions to her native country...as a land of exotic escape... 

Easy come, easy go...has the right satirical snap, energetic pace, and likeable performances to stay consistently amusing. 

By the end, those who haven't seen Nine Queens may applaud the entertaining sleight-of-hand...those who have may lament that Criminal is the proverbial old dog. 

A sleazy thriller which takes celebrity photo hounds to task for being sleazy...As in Gibson's...Payback, and others, the evil-doers must pay, Old Testament-style... 

Fearless extremity...Brotherhood finally coalesces into an inescapable metaphor illustrating the madness of civil war. 

An interesting formal exercise: exceedingly hard to swallow, but quietly engrossing...deserves style points for sticking to an unconventional narrative. 