The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond (review)
There’s retro, and then there’s better left safely in the past.
historical
Nine (review)
Actual Italian movies too inscrutable for ya? Don’t like reading subtitles? Hate that stodgy, old-fashioned black-and-white cinematography? Never fear! You can now have the flavor of Italian cinema without any of the fuss or mess! Just try *Nine* for that authentic faux cinema Italiano experience.
Sherlock Holmes (review)
I think Conan Doyle might well love what Guy Ritchie has done with the world’s first consulting detective…
Amarcord (review)
So far, in my 12-plus years as a film critic, Federico Fellini is the only filmmaker who makes me throw up my hands and complain that I just don’t understand, um, all those egghead film critics.
Invictus (review)
Hoorah! Nelson Mandela united South Africans, black and white, and overcame their long-held suspicions and hatred and bigotries in the postapartheid upheaval by getting them to refocus their hate on Australia and New Zealand. Or at least on their stupid rugby players. Hoorah!
Me and Orson Welles (review)
The best ever love letter/horror story about the seductions and anxieties of life in the theater is the Canadian television show *Slings & Arrows.* This enchantingly bittersweet little film might be the second best.
The Princess and the Frog (review)
You know how they say that cops come in only one color, blue? Well, Disney princesses come in only one color: pink.
Five Minutes of Heaven (review)
After a disastrous foray into Hollywood, German director Oliver Hirschbiegel returns to the realms of uneasy morality he explored in his portrait of Bunker Hitler in *Downfall*…
The Box (review)
It’s a box. A cardboard box. Frank Langella brings it to your door, and inside is the Pop-o-matic of Death, and you either push the big red button under the plastic dome, in which case someone you don’t know dies and you get a cool million in a briefcase, or you don’t, in which you don’t get a movie made about you. Resisting the Moral Dilemma? No movie for you!
Pirate Radio (aka The Boat That Rocked) (review)
Richard Curtis appears to have nothing at all to say *about anything at all* in this mess of a misbegotten would-be comedy.
