
Passion review
Trashy remake of the brilliant French black comedy strips out the satire and slathers what’s left in ridiculous lesbian-erotic-thriller sauce.

Trashy remake of the brilliant French black comedy strips out the satire and slathers what’s left in ridiculous lesbian-erotic-thriller sauce.

Apparently it’s hard to be a grownup in today’s crazy world without committing consequence-free statutory rape. Ugh.

Reason No. 34,075 to legalize drugs: it would eliminate painfully unfunny comedies like this one. Comedy shouldn’t make you pity the comedians.

The striking story of a Western doctor in Palestine and her long, hard path to the realization that all of her good intentions can barely begin to counter the tidal wave of history she has chosen to surf.

This is what comic-book movies look like when they’re not blown up into $200 million monstrosities: friendly and eldritch and kinda cosy even in the middle of outrageous escapades. (new DVD US)

Like a Comic-Con cosplay event gone horribly wrong, this poor excuse for an action comedy has nothing to say beyond a few expletives and nothing to offer but a shocking lack of appreciation for its own awful irony.

Smart, breezy spy action, with an of-the-moment vibe that takes it post-post-9/11 and into the Wikileaks era of global politics.

Meanspirited where it’s meant to be funny. Misogynist crap is still misogynist crap when it stars women.

Joyously warm and gentle… though perhaps too gentle to be entirely satisfying.

Noah Baumbach and Greta Gerwig have carved out, with effortless elegance and ease, a cinematic space for a woman to be, unapologetically, herself.