Split-personality film-making, with the first half winning all the prizes.

Neeson and Linney soldier on, Condon's flick squarely on their shoulders.

Once in a while a movie is worth several novels. Here's that once, thanks to Leigh.

Cate Blanchett as Katie Hepburn? Ok, great even, but Leo frets too much.

Substance, style, brio, lust — Hanson's got it all in spades.

Friedrich Dürrenmatt might have been pleasantly surprised by Nevada.

Out of the Baroque via Orwell cometh a dour Robin Williams. Sigh.

And why wasn't Michael Douglas able to make more like this one?

Knockout good thriller that never comes in from the rain.

News shipped much too slowly, and mostly without aim.

The quirky charm of a weird director peeling back layers.

Typical Mamet: Pistol-clip dialogue, conspiracies in the making.