False Trail (Jägarna 2) (review)
If you’re weary of Peter Stormare’s one-dimensional Hollywood villains, here’s a chance to see him in his natural environment…
If you’re weary of Peter Stormare’s one-dimensional Hollywood villains, here’s a chance to see him in his natural environment…
My favorite of the lot is the French-Belgian “Death of a Shadow,” a steampunkish science fantasy…
There have been other stories about longstanding love and the devotion it inspires, but none with quite the wallop of this one…
An odd mutedness and puzzling lack of urgency frustrate the mood of Orwellian horror…
The boss-from-hell story gets whipped up, Parisian-style, into a wicked bonbon of oh-so-delicious nastiness…
Avoids the game of the world’s first sports superstar to instead place a lurid focus on his other notorious public exploits…
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.

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.
When are “lovable” movie losers even more (allegedly) lovable? When they’re all foreign and arthousey, of course!
Socialism as cool and sexy and radical? Is this a fantasy realm? No, it’s 250 years ago.