How bad does your life have to get to surrender your being to the demands of a communal cult? How tentative does our grasp on our individual self need to be to give it up to the hive identity, led by one person's desires?
Given the zeitgeist about the death penalty and the execution of innocent people from the Troy Davis Case -- and the presidential campaign of Texas Gov. Rick Perry -- the timing couldn't be better for the release of the documentary, Incendiary: The Willingham Case.
The Human Centipede II is barely a film. It is technically a 85-minute motion picture that promises to offend and shock on an here-fore-unheard of level, a promise that guarantees disappointment by virtue of its very offering.
If great art holds a mirror up to society, The Ides of March holds that mirror up to politics and tilts it back at a flattering 15-degree angle: everyone looks thinner, and you can barely see the hairlines receding.
50/50 no doubt will be dismissed by critics who distrust movies that deal with feelings, rather than ideas. But it proves that it's possible to be emotional and thoughtful -- and funny -- at the same time.
Puncture is an intensely earnest little film, one that deals with a serious issue while trying to tell an equally compelling personal story. Unfortunately, it fades from memory almost before it's left the screen.
Although Contagion generated feelings of hypochondria, I found the movie's medical validity very satisfying. And when I say "satisfying," I mean I squealed with delight every time I heard a Microbiology 1650 buzzword.
Killer Elite is a serviceable action-thriller that eventually runs out of ideas. What starts as a complex tale with strong action set-pieces eventually dwindles to formula, unable to keep as many balls in the air as it promises.
His recent airplane exploits aside, Gerard Depardieu remains one of the great actors of French film. And the fabulous brute adds further to his legacy with the comic, touching My Afternoons with Margueritte.