We Are Marshall (review)

Calling anything “indescribable” is like throwing down a gauntlet that Hollywood can’t help but pick up: of course real people’s real pain can be turned, yet again, into trite, glossy cinematic junk food. How could we possibly doubt this?

Rocky Balboa movie review: flying high now

Forget everything you know about the joke that Rocky Balboa has become in the three decades since he made his screen debut, and just think back to that first film, to its raw power and surprising sensitivity and hard beauty.

Tsunami: The Aftermath (review)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s the same old imperialist “Westerners go to exotic places where poor brown people live and die all the time in awful ways, but now It’s Important and It Matters cuz it’s happening to Westerners,” but give ‘Tsunami: The Aftermath’ a chance, will ya?

Candy (review)

While this rather harrowing story of romance not so much star-crossed as heroin-addled ain’t exactly fun, there’s a lot of cinematic pleasure to be had in Heath Ledger’s thoroughly un-self-conscious performance…

Charlotte’s Web (review)

The first live-action adaptation of the story of Wilbur the pig and Charlotte the spider gracefully tiptoes around all the enormous potential for disaster and gets it all absolutely, perfectly, couldn’t-be-more-right right.