Alfonso Cuarón’s Children of Men is the most realistic dramatic look at apocalypse I’ve seen in years.
I don’t like Bond. James Bond. Never have. But I loved the newest James Bond film, Casino Royale.
Marty is at it again, this time with Bostonian Irish mobsters in The Departed.
Here are a series of reviews I started as a bit of a challenge. The idea was to write the entire review in ten (hence, “decuple”) words or less. I considered the movie title to count as only one word. Oh, and sometimes I had to get clever with hyphenated words to keep [...]
It’s been a long time since a movie scene made me honestly cringe under my collar out of anxiety.
Both are arty, but differ in delivery: vague impressionism versus creepy surrealism.
The difference between these films is like the difference between mere artistic license and historical revisionism: pageantry and fraud.
If anyone can make 70s Italian splatter movies mainstream, Hopkins can.
Date: 08/17/2006
