Mads Mikkelsen

Everyone's favorite British agent is still good for a punch, a shag, and a quip...Casino Royale gives the reborn franchise a second chance to grow up.

Ultimately, Kounen takes two hours to say not very much; one imagines him constantly barking, “More smoldering!” [but there's] a captivating, fully realized recreation of the premiere ...[of] The Rite of Spring...

Leading man Sam Worthington exacerbates the film’s downbeat tone: as Perseus, Worthington remains a credible but basically charisma-free actor.

Supplements its palace intrigue with the good old-fashioned pull of romance and costume drama...Mikkelsen's magnetism and sly expressiveness hold the film's center with a quiet potency.

Doctor Strange looks at urban architecture through a twisting digital kaleidoscope, next-stepping from Inception to an M.C. Escher-esque action aesthetic that amounts to three-dimensional chess. 

Will give die-hard Star Wars fans multiple orgasms...runneth over with Star Wars spectacle.

While Penna shoots and edits the material well enough, its familiar paces probably wouldn’t be tolerable were it not for Mikkelsen, whose grim visage crucially gives the film a racing mind and a beating heart.

Memorable moments come from its series of penetrating philosophical conversations... Dafoe expertly plays the keenness of Van Gogh's intellect and creativity against his searing drive, his raw emotions, and the haunting that was his depression.