Heleno (review)
Avoids the game of the world’s first sports superstar to instead place a lurid focus on his other notorious public exploits…
reviews
Seven Psychopaths (London Film Festival review)
Bursting with equal parts exasperation, despair, cultural criticism, and black comedy…
I, Anna (review)
A gloss of edgy noirish elegance cannot disguise the fact that this is yet one more tiresome example of the thriller subgenre that posits that the most interesting thing that a woman can be is out of her mind.
The Oranges (review)
I’m not sure a better cast has ever gone more ickily astray than in this most misbegotten of dramedies…
Great Expectations (London Film Festival review)
I love it when a film that is “supposed” to be all stuffy and classic turns out to be this electric and alive…
Laurence Anyways (review)
A ridiculously overlong and self-consciously “arty” mishmash of baroque cartoonishness and moments that, to all outward appearances, are determined to be parodies of pretentious filmmaking.
Sightseers (review)
Finds dark humor in brutal bloody murder: a delightful surprise of wicked, outrageous hilarity…
Trouble with the Curve (review)
Poor Clint Eastwood! He’s a Gran Torino old coot in a Moneyball world…
The Hunt (Jagten) (London Film Festival review)
The mass hysteria surrounding child sexual abuse has never seen as compelling or as cautionary an examination as the tragic mess this riveting Danish film delves into.
Killing Them Softly (review)
Turns a dark mirror on crime mythology to reflect a startling, unflattering image of America.
