
Mea Maxima Culpa: Silence in the House of God documentary review
“Angry” doesn’t even begin to cover how this film makes me feel. It probably won’t cover you, either.

“Angry” doesn’t even begin to cover how this film makes me feel. It probably won’t cover you, either.
Damn near unwatchable. It’s barely even a movie — it’s more like a meatbrawl…
This Governor Schwarzenegger guy shoulda stuck his day job…
A remarkable and unlikely sort of love story, and another triumph from Michael Winterbottom…
This British attempt to ape Hollywood action movies only looks absurd, even if it does accidentally also hold up most Hollywood action movies as absurd, too…

I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that this script had been sitting around, unproduced, for 20 years, it’s that musty…
An ugly portrait of notorious Glasgow gangster Paul Ferris that paints him as nearly noble…

If only this were a wholly fictional story, I could get behind it 100 percent, instead of the 95 percent I can give.

Gangster Squad! In color! This is blustery postwar mythologizing about the violent birth of the modern metropolis, all pulpy-bright even when it’s night…

Like a midseason episode of a basic-cable detective show you’ve never heard of.