Dad's unstable, mom's mentally on the lam, kids are going nowhere fast. But it all counts.

Go back to what exactly? The terminal patient? The ghost in the woods? Penelope?

Those Haitian boys sure are cute, but give them sex and, well, you lose the plot.

When your suicide bomb doesn't go off, you're left between a rock and Israel.

Tamer than dirty, and the dancing isn't half bad. Swoon away.

One snarl leads to another and before you know it you can't stop watching.

This ode to the imperfect 50s is dead-end doused homophobia and racism.

Straight it is. Amazing that Lynch could make this film.

Swindle long enough and the trick comes home to roost.

Patrice Leconte's wondrous fantasy is its own best freak show.

Multiculturalism takes center stage in Fares' bittersweet comedy.

Who says madness can't be funny, and touching? This is.