Sunday Bloody Sunday
A man and a woman vying for a man — with brilliant Finch and Glenda Jackson.
A man and a woman vying for a man — with brilliant Finch and Glenda Jackson.
Oh Dick, did Shakespeare give you that tank? No, put down the bazooka!
Malle was rarely so tender and non-judgmental as in his "incest" movie.
Sure, go ahead, make it as miserable as possible. Iris Murdoch never deserved this.
Tykwer's flawed Italian road movie still has a lot going for it.
Any totalitarian state with DeNiro as a plumber can't be all bad.
Thank Richard Kwietniowski for getting John Hurt and Jason Priestly to dance.
Altman deep-sixes his own industry, and all (rightly) applaud.
S&M couldn't buy better PR than Spader and Gyllenhaal.
Much ado about anguish. Should have been called "Roads to Perdition" —
In sickness and in health, so long as the planet shall live... not long.
Richard Rush's move is almost as crazy as Peter O'Toole.