
Blue Ruin movie review: what fresh hell is this
A riveting Southern gothic revenge thriller that seems to be over in the first 20 minutes, and then finds horrific new places to take you.

A riveting Southern gothic revenge thriller that seems to be over in the first 20 minutes, and then finds horrific new places to take you.

This absurd and pointlessly convoluted remake of a decade-old French action flick feels dated and out of step in more ways than one.

Instantly forgettable but more than passable as a diversion; solid B-movie cheese that’s like Titanic-lite meets Gladiator-lite.

A beautifully observant meander through the difficulties and discoveries of wise but still confused advanced age, led by a gorgeous, vital, 70-odd Catherine Deneuve.

Supernatural slasher haunts a live-action role-playing game. The cast is clearly having fun, but none of it rubs off on us.

Kellan Lutz is the demigod’s density in Renny Harlin’s MST3K-ready retelling of the classical legend. Think Jesus with muscles, by the power of Greyskull.

Whatever the technical intrigue of a film shot guerilla-style at Disney World, the would-be surreal midlife crisis that ended up onscreen doesn’t work… at all.

The world’s only penis museum is no joke, but there’s plenty funny (and enlightening, and poignant) in this sweet portrait of a man dedicated to completing his life’s work.

The jokes are as creaky as the aching bunions and bad backs onscreen, but Emma Thompson and Pierce Brosnan are incandescent together.

Ciarán Hinds engages in some pointlessly dour Irish brooding at the beach.