
Life of Crime movie review: minor misdemeanor
Low-key black comedy and sporadic horror lazily pop up among the crime drama, but never enough of either to score many zings.

Low-key black comedy and sporadic horror lazily pop up among the crime drama, but never enough of either to score many zings.

The cast is amazing and the film has a certain grim visual beauty. But ultimately there is little here but ugly senselessness.

This biopic of “fashion’s little prince” offers all the elegant precision of a fashion shoot — it’s beautiful, and cold — but lacks a lot of necessary context.

Director Clint Eastwood’s discomfort with his own material is enormous and obvious. Does he just not get pop music, or is he actively disdainful and suspicious of it?

With its time-twisting plot, sci-fi soapiness, powerful humanism, and to-die-for cast, this is the summer blockbuster done with elegance and heart.

Romantic in the grandest sense, a visceral and hypnotic experience of idealistic aspirations set against the desolate beauty and danger of the Outback.

Excellent performances by Clive Owen and Billy Crudup can’t disguise the fact that there’s absolutely nothing here we haven’t seen too many times before.

What is a Muppet? Is it something one is born? Is it something one chooses? Is it a state of mind? Is it a lifestyle?

The blog basenotes makes a few educated guesses… with accompanying illustrations.

I know the fashions were pretty terrifying back then, but that’s about it.