
Frank movie review: the heart of artness
A bitter dramedy of creative desperation that has something sneakily marvelous to say about what it takes — and what it doesn’t — to be an artist.

A bitter dramedy of creative desperation that has something sneakily marvelous to say about what it takes — and what it doesn’t — to be an artist.

I could not possibly care less about football, and I fell hopelessly in love with this movie, and with the can-do amateur team it introduces us to.

Feels like a cheap action flick and plays like an unintentional call to end drugs prohibition and the idiotic war between cartels and law enforcement.

If you don’t think it’s hilarious that a woman dressed for a night out would “naturally” be mistaken for a prostitute, there is nothing here for you.

Powerful Japanese film about children switched at birth who challenge the love and hope of their rediscovered parents. Beautiful and heartbreaking.

It’s nowhere near as blackly funny as it wants to be, but Thomas Haden Church is strangely compelling as a man befuddled by the vagaries of fate.

A mess not by accident but by design. It’s meant to be a ton of stuff thrown against the wall in the hope that some of it will momentarily distract you into involuntary laughter.

A drama of conscience and passion, a finely observed portrait of a woman driven to make a difference in the world, even as it hurts those she loves.

A lovely, intimate drama of family dynamics under stress, offering an intriguing peek into previously unseen Singaporean middle-class life.

Preposterous and charmless, this heist flick purports to be based on a true story and hopes to invoke a Robin Hood vibe, but I’m not buying any of it.