Todd Haynes has become an expert in bringing the style and values of the American 1950s to life.
Capote's famed Holly Golightly is in fact little more than a once-over-lightly.
Once upon a time, Rome's Via Veneto was a hair haven for celebrities.
Ken Loach delivers a deeply humane look at midlife, male bonding, and soccer-love.
It's the women characters, not George Clooney, that save Jason Reitman's modest film.
Colin Firth gives his all in Tom Ford's first directing effort.
Sam Medes' account of 1950s marital fraying is both vivid and flawed.
Despite the hype, Dostoyevsky is not at risk from Aravind Adiga's Man Booker winner.
How can a Holocaust movie seem like a Disney adventure? Cliché's the word you want.
David Cronenberg portrays violence and deceit as much through gestures as guns.
Few others besides Canada's Munro so breathtakingly navigate the ever-changing underside of every day life.
Ang Lee supercharges the sex but fails to make a credible movie.