
Reality review: television becomes us
Italian satire amusingly sends up our obsession with reality TV, but not in a wholly satisfying way.

Italian satire amusingly sends up our obsession with reality TV, but not in a wholly satisfying way.

As a black comedy, this never quite catches fire, though there is some mild amusement to be found in its social satire.

Its humor is a little more uncomfortable than that of the other Cornetto flicks, and it’s more far satirical, in a far more cynical way, than I ever would have anticipated.

Absolutely hilarious and absolutely heartbreaking. Kristen Wiig is brilliant. (new DVD/VOD US/Can)

Even when Walken, Pacino, and Arkin are phoning it in — on a rotary phone — they still earn their status as icons.

I died laughing… and I’ve found a new respect for a Hollywood posse whose work I mostly haven’t enjoyed before.

It’s a puzzlement. How did Michael Winterbottom make a film this tediously conservative?

Deliciously preposterous, with misdirections and red herrings scattered about like enigmatic confetti…
Such a simple little movie…but also sad and strange, and ironic and discomfiting.

Lacks all sense of magic, of myth, of danger, of humor, of power. A compete and utter all-around disaster…