Curse of the Golden Flower (review)

It pains me deeply to say this, but, Bwahahaha! Are they kidding with this ‘Curse of the Golden Flower’ thing? Seriously, where can I get some of whatever Zhang Yimou was on when he was directing this grotesquerie of a cinematic disaster?

Home of the Brave (review)

Look, this is no classic. It’s a little obvious, and a lot ham-handed in places. But its opening a window onto a scene that we shouldn’t be ignoring is vital. What it wants to do, storywise, and succeeds in doing more than compensates for the forgivable gaffes it stumbles into along the way.

We Are Marshall (review)

Calling anything “indescribable” is like throwing down a gauntlet that Hollywood can’t help but pick up: of course real people’s real pain can be turned, yet again, into trite, glossy cinematic junk food. How could we possibly doubt this?

Rocky Balboa movie review: flying high now

Forget everything you know about the joke that Rocky Balboa has become in the three decades since he made his screen debut, and just think back to that first film, to its raw power and surprising sensitivity and hard beauty.