Philip Seymour Hoffman eats so much scenery there's nothing much left.

Genius is when you leave actors alone to feel foreign.

Wait for Mann's one-take break-in scene. He was just getting started.

Altman's finale falls well short of his best work. Call it hero-worship.

Many great sets and much pretty Italy, but talented the movie isn't.

When the wallpaper starts peeling, run for cover. The Coens are coming.

Woody Allen's charmer is a never-ending film-within-film.

Kat on a Hot Tin Roof, with a smitten William Hurt tossed in.

This could (should) be called "Giggling for Aliens" — a hit on Mars.

"Shame" is Bergman's exceptionally bleak war fable, and it leaves no way out.

A Fascist parable starring hellacious insects. Forget the bug spray.

Maybe a bit to grainy and atmosphere heavy, yet very much on-point.