Only Lovers Left Alive movie review: full-blooded
I want to crawl inside this movie and curl up in its lap and stay there forever. This movie is so languid and so uncoerced. I want to keep it a secret and let everyone know about it at the same time.
I want to crawl inside this movie and curl up in its lap and stay there forever. This movie is so languid and so uncoerced. I want to keep it a secret and let everyone know about it at the same time.

Elegantly updates the King of All Monsters for the 21st century… but Hollywood’s tedious myopia means the movie as a whole isn’t quite so beautiful.

Atom Egoyan is all over the real-life case of American injustice surrounding the West Memphis Three. But sadly, I’m not sure why.

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.

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.