Just when you’re tempted to think you’ve seen it all, some random filmmaker takes that as a dare.
A great message, but one that’s ultimately, um, OK, burnt by the crass content baked into this R-rated recipe.
By the time the credits roll, Our Brand Is Crisis feels a lot like a badly run political campaign itself: …
The Last Witch Hunter never quite even makes it to bland.
Bill Murray has the comedically cantankerous genius-in-his-own mind shtick down pat. He unleashes it again in Rock the Kasbah, to …
This franchise is at least as problematic as its gore-encrusted cousins—perhaps more so—because of the message it so reliably puts …
Room can be crass and crude and incredibly uncomfortable to see. Room is also a thing of beauty—as inspiring a …
Its wince-worthy words and images aren’t anywhere near as easily brushed aside as, say, a cinematographic palette of falling leaves …
Movies are a lot like people, too. Great ones are not always good ones. Steve Jobs, rated R as it …
Link Eli Roth’s name to the project and you get something else entirely. Namely, a rancid freak show of cinematic …
Sicario asks us questions of morality: How far is too far? To fight such monstrous evil, is it necessary to …
Such a detailed and explicit portrait of one man’s violent life arguably glorifies the brutality as much as (or even …
An utterly predictable, content-crazed PG-13 suspense story that mingles creepy and explicit sexual content with sharp moments of vicious violence.
The Transporter Refueled is more—which means less—than a piece of silly, late-summer theater filler. It’s a loathsome exercise in rationalization.
Nature can even feel like church sometimes, with birds supplying the worship music and lichen padding the pews. This movie, …