I Am Love (review)

Tilda Swinton, matriarch of a ridiculously wealthy Milan family, has sex with a man not her husband. And she *likes* it. So she must be punished.

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.

Coco Before Chanel (review)

Audrey Tautou looks *amazing,* surrounded by women who flounce around like fluffy Edwardian fruit cups. But moments like that — in which you really feel the impact of Chanel’s legacy — are, *tant pis,* all too rare…

Ong Bak 2: The Beginning (review)

Rewinding to 15th century Thailand, this is the downright Dickensian tale of a royal boy kidnapped by slavers and raised by thieves who grows into a man who vows revenge on everyone who’s wronged him.

Paris (review)

Ah, Paris. Ah, Juliette Binoche. If you need a dash of the Continent — romantic, inscrutable, ardent — you probably cannot ever go wrong with a flick set in the City of Light and starring one of the most luminous actresses ever to grace the arthouse screen.