This is a gruesome psychodrama of class and racial warfare that projects an almost cartoonishly slanted political message.
Popstar wittily—but often very crudely—deconstructs the self-absorbed narcissism that traps ego-driven stars in a bubble world of their own creating.
Women everywhere should wince and gasp at such a cinematic definition of feminine panache.
Life for the folks depicted in this late-’70s throwback portrait of Los Angeles is anything but pleasant.
The movie isn’t actually trying to get us to barge into cable shows if our retirement portfolios dip, but its …
Criminal is a fitting name for this movie. Indeed, we could say, “This movie is Criminal” and leave it pretty …
Throwing yourself headfirst into a garage-sized blender would be pretty gutsy, too. Though not much of a movie night.
Numbness initially keeps Davis’ grief submerged, but the pain still leaks out, sometimes in the way Davis sees reality.
This ode to the early ’80s that takes its title from a Van Halen song is really all about perpetually …
Shock-schlock provocateur Sacha Baron Cohen seems incapable of creating anything less than incomprehensible foulness.
Kim’s vulgar, hedonistic tale that never quite meanders all the way to the meaning she’s so desperately looking for but …
Even if the mayhem makes it past your familial sense of protectionism, the obscene language probably won’t.