Barbara (review)
An odd mutedness and puzzling lack of urgency frustrate the mood of Orwellian horror…
An odd mutedness and puzzling lack of urgency frustrate the mood of Orwellian horror…

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

There’s an alchemy here that brings together the best of screen and the best of stage…
It’s the other alchoholic-gets-a-wakeup-call movie of 2012, though Smashed is a lot less flashy than Flight…
The boss-from-hell story gets whipped up, Parisian-style, into a wicked bonbon of oh-so-delicious nastiness…
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.
I’m not sure a better cast has ever gone more ickily astray than in this most misbegotten of dramedies…
Finds dark humor in brutal bloody murder: a delightful surprise of wicked, outrageous hilarity…
Poor Clint Eastwood! He’s a Gran Torino old coot in a Moneyball world…
The world’s most insipid vampires are back in inaction! Twilight has never been more about people standing around waiting for stuff to happen to them…