When you're old, broke and angry, blame immigrants and sell drugs.

Nicolas Winding Refn goes east into Thailand, where very bad things happen.

Baz Luhrmann's take on Fitzgerald is delicious eye candy, but little more.

How do you undo promising sci-fi? By adding implausible romance and bad talk.

Abel Ferrara's standout effort has less to do with cops than the allure of the abyss.

The Iron Man franchise is slightly revived, but that isn't saying much.

Steven Soderbergh's swan song is a nifty little thriller about people and pills.

Shane Carruth stocks up on amazing impressionism but shortchanges characters.

Amy Seimetz produces a not-so-sweet romantic flight that's also mesmerizing.

Tarantino goes West, but stays at the very top of his vervy, nervy game.