
Cuban Fury review: so he thinks he can dance
The cast is game, and hit the right notes balancing cartoonishness and charm. As sitcom rom-coms go, it’s far from the worst one ever offered to us.

The cast is game, and hit the right notes balancing cartoonishness and charm. As sitcom rom-coms go, it’s far from the worst one ever offered to us.

You’ve seen this all before — it’s Toy Story meets The Matrix — just not done in Legos.

Far too blithe and cheery, yet nowhere near madcap and comic enough, for its potentially powerful switched-twins conceit…

Shockingly not terrible, and says some things that need to be said more often, like how dads do not own their teenaged daughters…

No black humor. No satire. No point. But hey, check out the 1987 catchphrases dropped in at random!

A thrilling combination of drama, near-science-fiction, suspense, coming-of-age agita, and intellectual exploration of ideas. Pity it derails itself.

Bracingly free of the usual macho posturing that characterizes movies about the military, and a compassionate and humane portrait of modern soldiering.

The story of Charles Dickens and his secret mistress is no romance, and no modest costume drama, either.

There is a single thread running through these shorts, and it is deeply existential and irreducibly personal: How do we save ourselves?

A poignant documentary about those who have been cast out of their culture and coping with a larger society for which they are unprepared.