
Les Misérables (review)
There’s an alchemy here that brings together the best of screen and the best of stage…

There’s an alchemy here that brings together the best of screen and the best of stage…
For all the satisfying ironies that are dished up, some of what we’re served is hopelessly naive.
It’s the other alchoholic-gets-a-wakeup-call movie of 2012, though Smashed is a lot less flashy than Flight…
No, not all who wander are lost. But doesn’t mean that some who wander aren’t lost. Such as Peter Jackson, with his first-of-three-parts big-screen adaptation of The Hobbit.
Avoids the game of the world’s first sports superstar to instead place a lurid focus on his other notorious public exploits…
A gloss of edgy noirish elegance cannot disguise the fact that this is yet one more tiresome example of the thriller subgenre that posits that the most interesting thing that a woman can be is out of her mind.
A ridiculously overlong and self-consciously “arty” mishmash of baroque cartoonishness and moments that, to all outward appearances, are determined to be parodies of pretentious filmmaking.
Poor Clint Eastwood! He’s a Gran Torino old coot in a Moneyball world…

The mass hysteria surrounding child sexual abuse has never seen as compelling or as cautionary an examination as the tragic mess this riveting Danish film delves into.
Turns a dark mirror on crime mythology to reflect a startling, unflattering image of America.