Boris Karloff doing a twilight parody of... Boris Karloff.

Deeply creepy, but well over-the-top by the end, which is a pity.

Only Jarmusch puts Mitchum, Depp, and Iggy Pop in a mystical B&W Western.

Harris' labor of love yields a vivid, damaged Pollock.

Bad news L.A. in small doses never rounds into a plausible film.

Everyone's favorite "asshole/buddy" movie — but the laughs sound like gagging.

Sorry Terry, Matt and Heath (RIP) weren't the right choices here.

Madness is the sum of loneliness squared, plus Gina Rowlands.

Gilliam atop his game puts Pitt and Willis on the same edgy page.

Has its moments, sure, but boxes itself into a maudlin corner.

Startlingly handsome prequel nailed by Christopher Nolan and Christian Bale.

The sad idealism of hurt. Too bad Hal Hartley ever had to grow up.