George Clooney

Alfred posits, "For what is Batman if not an effort to master the chaos that sweeps our world? An attempt to control death itself." Okay, fine, but we get this and dick jokes?

A potent legend of modern international relations.

A theatrical movie infused with the energy of live TV....Good Night, and Good Luck. reminds us that, when played right, journalism is a dangerous game.

Still-relevant political observation...[and] a nifty mystery that's a bit too self-conscious for its own good.

A straight-ahead suspense melodrama, complete with villain and a climax with satisfyingly clean lines. But Gilroy constantly elevates the material with surprise gifts.

An expertly crafted Hollywod entertainment...[constructed] as a series of grippingly fateful 'moments of truth.'

Sour candy...redeemed by its humor and its clever construction, harkening back to the relatively optimistic crime comedy Fargo.

Though the film, by necessity, expands Dahl's original story and fuses it to the sensibility of Anderson, author and auteur share a common tone of twisted twee...

If it’s half-baked Italian modernism you’re after, you’ve come to the right place.

Even with its mock-pretentious parallelism to The Odyssey...O Brother, Where Art Thou? refuses to take itself seriously, which is both its principal failing and its charm.

If you see The Descendants, see it for Clooney (and Woodley), but don’t believe the hype that it’s one for the ages.

Moves us closer to an art-house/blockbuster hybrid paradigm that could be Hollywood’s salvation...a survivalist adventure that captures the primal terror of present death while exploring the will or won't to live.

It all feels a bit like an overearnest deleted subplot from someone else's war epic, rather than a confident Clooney picture.

Curiously vacant characters and curiously pulse-less whimsy...lumbers, middlebrow and tiresome, when it should be daytripping the light fantastic...

In a way, the amusing, preposterous Hail, Caesar!, for all its arch postmodernism, becomes what it pastiches, resembling the kind of '50s film we can now watch and admire for a kind of cultural reflection without exactly considering it a success.