Jackpot (Arme Riddere) (review)
Could I dare to hope that another Jo Nesbo film would be as wickedly funny and as sharply pointed as Headhunters? Alas…
Could I dare to hope that another Jo Nesbo film would be as wickedly funny and as sharply pointed as Headhunters? Alas…
A subtle and striking globehopping ensemble drama of human interactions shaped by sex and love, honesty and deception, allure and retreat.

The dancing is fantastic, but the moment the dancing stops, it’s actively insulting and absurdly naive, and then stumbles into the howlingly ridiculous…
There is no question that Ai Weiwei, the Chinese artist and vocal dissident of China’s repressive dictatorship, is one of the most colorful and most significant global figures of the early 21st century…
Argh! Actor and screenwriter Brit Marling has done it again! She’s come up with an intriguing science-fictional concept as the basis for an indie arthouse drama — and she doesn’t know what to do with it.
There’s way too much crass and crude for this third outing in the series to do much beyond stoke juvenile disgust with human bodily functions…
“I need a man, not a little boy with a teddy bear.” This is a shocking thing to hear in a piece of American pop culture in the early 21st century…
So awesome, universe! The world hasn’t been full enough yet of movies about women who are almost totally obsessed almost exclusively with romance that we cannot use one more of them. Hoorah!
Once in a while a film comes along that demonstrates how pig-headedly sexist Hollywood is when it comes to ignoring female perspectives.

I can’t remember the last film that rocked my world like this extraordinary documentary does. A magnificent detective story, bursting with a thrilling sense of mystery and of artistic discovery.