Polisse (review)
It’s like the French version of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, except every case is one that would send Detective Elliot Stabler totally mental and inspire him to punch a wall or two.
It’s like the French version of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, except every case is one that would send Detective Elliot Stabler totally mental and inspire him to punch a wall or two.
It’s a movie, not the latest first-person shooter, but it might as well be.

A viciously cynical dark fantasy that fashions a new mythos of post-9/11 New York, a bleak but plausible world of the Russian mob, the Chinese Triads, and the NYPD as another gang vying for supremacy.
With “friends” like this movie, the feminist cause doesn’t need enemies. That is, assuming that it’s intending to be feminist at all…
This movie hasn’t been any good the thousand other times you’ve seen it, and it’s no good now, either.
Samuel L. Jackson, starring in… Fury! Don’t be fooled: this has less than nothing to do with The Avengers…
Why does this children’s book of a film morph, after a delightful, beautifully observed, feline-biographical opening, into a gangster crime story?
Crazy-funny, a hilarious satire on male inadequacy disguised as an outrageously violent crime thriller. Not at all for the squeamish, and just so wrong that it ends up just so right.
American filmmaker Joshua Marston’s anthropological storytelling presents characters and cultures alien to his audiences’ eyes in ways that render them instantly and easily recognizable and sympathetic…
It’s a good thing Mark Wahlberg is so effortlessly charming: he keeps this rather generic heist thriller rolling along as smoothly as it does.