
Rage (aka Tokarev) movie review: Nicolas Cage’s public mid-career crisis takes a pathetic turn
Sporadically hilariously awful, but mostly cheap, amateurish and so distasteful it borders on the vile. Poor Nicolas Cage and his foundering career.

Sporadically hilariously awful, but mostly cheap, amateurish and so distasteful it borders on the vile. Poor Nicolas Cage and his foundering career.

An audacious coming-of-age tale unique in the history of cinema; deeply moving and beautifully authentic.

Hauntingly grim, full of appalling ironies and awful truths. This is most definitely not the feel-good movie of the summer.

A riveting BBC political thriller offering one of the most trenchant explorations yet of the sick symbiosis between big government and big business.

Arthouse martial-arts action that’s incredibly dull even when it’s being pornographic about its extreme bloody violence.

A meditative contemplation of the boredom of overprivileged, under-aspiring, shallow, spoiled kids. As you’ve been dying to see.

A touching biography, and an accidental look at the tremendous upheaval that journalism has weathered in the past half century.

An absurdist mock epic that is hilarious, outrageous, and completely insane. It’s like a bonkers Swedish Forrest Gump.

Dumb, pointless, unentertaining crap. But at least it’s about women. Yay? Nah.

This documentary interview with Bush-era insider Donald Rumsfeld is like a horror movie with a calm sociopath at its center.