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.
Heartbreaker is the kind of romantic comedy that Hollywood doesn't seem to know how to make anymore -- one that's actually both witty and romantic, with just the right accent of sadness and loss thrown in.
Going the Distance is a surprisingly funny movie. It's not great - not by a long shot. But it made me laugh on a much more regular basis than I expected. And that's not something I can discount easily.
It seems like a weirdly cross-cultural idea: Chinese master Zhang Yimou does a remake of the Coen brothers' debut film, Blood Simple. If the film lacks the dryly mordant Coen wit, it offers other pleasures -- but also some problems.
The American is not an audience movie in the generally recognized sense of the term. Instead, it's an art film. Anyone who goes in expecting it to be in any way a typical Hollywood product will be sorely disappointed.
August is a dumping ground for movies, a time when the multiplexes are flooded with leftover product, as opposed to films. Still, occasionally, a gem sneaks in -- a movie that someone has underestimated. Takers is not that film.
Mention The Godfather or Scarface or Goodfellas -- it doesn't matter which American gangster epic you reference, chances are Jean-Francois Richet's pair of Mesrine films stack up pretty well by comparison.