Movie Review: Salt
Despite a pretty ludicrous plot, “Salt” is pretty fun the whole way through. Jolie great and the action set pieces are fantastic.
Despite a pretty ludicrous plot, “Salt” is pretty fun the whole way through. Jolie great and the action set pieces are fantastic.
Too poorly executed to resonate emotionally – even on the most superficial level.
A lackluster cautionary tale from a once great director.
A bizarre, pertinent and often hilarious documentary for all you Generation Y kids out there.
Infuriating in the best way a documentary can hope to be.
The less one knows boarding this conceptual rollercoaster, the wilder the ride will be. See this movie. And then, see it again.
A Swedish murder mystery that doesn’t disappoint.
Cholodenko allows her characters to exist in the real world. Jules and Nic should be the poster-couple for non-traditional marriage, not because their relationship is perfect, but because it’s imperfect.
The best hunters in the game are back and they mean business.
It’s impossible not to be affected by the tearful recollections of battles in which a soldier loses a close friend. The scenes in which the filmmakers capture combat with impossible intimacy are frightening and exciting, but also sobering.
Yeah, I saw it. I had to at least say something about what unfolded before my eyes.
Even without a compelling story, or Tilda Swinton’s Oscar-worthy performance, “I Am Love” would be one of the most visually marvelous films of the year; it’s a mere bonus that we are treated to the former as well.
It’s been a while since anyone had anything good to say about former wunderkind M. Night Shyamalan. That won’t change with this new release.
It’s a Southern Fried American Psycho that makes Patrick Bateman looks like Atticus Finch.
Jay and Mark Duplass provide a unique and effective picture whose excellence is especially welcome during a summer brimming with lame, cookie-cutter productions.
The series’ third director, David Slade, brings an unexpected directorial competency to the “Twilight” universe. Unfortunately, his talent as a director can only go so far, and his abilities are crippled by the matierial with which he’s given to work.
All of these men could do much better than “Grown Ups”; their friendships with Sandler being the only possible explanation for their appearing in this movie. Strangely, though, the chemistry they must share off-screen is nowhere to be seen in this atrocity.