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Cohn’s long gone, but this documentary confirms that his rancid influence is still being felt today.
The action scenes are solid, but director Ang Lee is mostly interested in playing with digital toys.
It strives to be a serious statement about modern times, but director Todd Phillips isn’t up to that job.
This indie, about a beautiful woman making a film with sideshow performers, recalls the 1932 classic “Freaks.”
British filmmaker Chris Morris’ latest doesn’t measure up to “Four Lions,” his bracing send-up of jihadists.
Renee Zellweger does her darndest as Judy Garland, but she and the movie aren’t up to the task.
All the elements of the TV series remain in place — including shameless nostalgia for imaginary times gone by.
This otherwise thoughtful film doesn’t care about being grounded in plausibility, and that’s a problem.
Peter Sarsgaard is excellent as an introverted man who fixes the subtle auditory sounds in people’s homes.
The film loses itself in the second half, as the plot takes a series of increasingly far-fetched turns.
It’s not “All the President’s Men,” but the compelling film tells how “we were lied into an illegal war.”
This is the time of year when the studios shelve the superheroes and roll out their Oscar-worthy films.
This sequel covers the second half of Stephen King’s novel. But it jettisons the complexity of King’s ideas.
“David Crosby: Remember My Name” doesn’t flinch from the subject’s bad behavior and prodigious drug use.
Jillian Bell leads a bright cast as a boozy, chubby New Yorker who decides marathon-running is the best way to get in shape.
The film’s premise — a cop gets calls from his murdered niece two weeks after her death — barely sustains itself.
This harrowing film tells the story of a woman who seeks vengeance in 1825 Tasmania.
A bride discovers her rich in-laws have murder in mind, but the class-warfare angle is just window dressing.
In his third go-round as Secret Service agent Mike Bannon, Gerard Butler looks like he’s having a case of the nerves.
This exuberant true tale follows a British lad who discovers the music of Bruce Springsteen, circa 1987.