There aren't many people working in films right now who have the mastery of droll, deadpan humor that Bill Nighy possesses. So Wild Target should be right up his alley. It is. Unfortunately, that alley is mostly a dead-end affair.
A movie that won't win any awards from the Mexican-American Border Tourism board, Inhale takes the idea of organ-transplant tourism and drops it squarely in the middle of a dramatic thriller. It's not a comfortable fit.
There's been a lot of excitement about Olivier Assayas' Carlos, and it's not hard to see why. But here's my objection: In presenting a terrorist as an action hero, it glorifies terrorism as a legitimate path of political action.
As anthology films go, Freakonomics is an entertaining -- if occasionally scattershot -- documentary. But then, that was the nature of the book by Steven Levitt and Stephen Dubner, upon which the film was based.
American remakes of foreign films? That would be a 'no' vote. Having said that, I can heartily recommend Let Me In, the moody, touching American remake of the Swedish vampire film, Let the Right One In, from 2008.
Is a movie like Buried an actor's greatest dream -- or his worst nightmare? On the one hand, the camera is on you for the whole film. On the other hand, you spend the entire movie confined to a space the size of a coffin.
Oliver Stone is never content to just make one movie; he always makes several, then squeezes them all together into one engorged package, chockablock with gaudy visuals, oversized characters and unchecked passion.