Only Jarmusch puts Mitchum, Depp, and Iggy Pop in a mystical B&W Western.

Harris' labor of love yields a vivid, damaged Pollock.

Bad news L.A. in small doses never rounds into a plausible film.

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

Everyone's favorite "asshole/buddy" movie — but the laughs sound like gagging.

Man studies bear. Man applauds bear. Man respects bear. Girl likes bear. Bear eats both.

Sorry Terry, Matt and Heath (RIP) weren't the right choices here.

Ghosts in submarines. Or maybe. In any event, stick around...

Madness is the sum of loneliness squared, plus Gina Rowlands.

Brando and Depp in the same room. Otherwise, well, pointless.

Never has a nose been sliced open so stylishly. Grand filmmaking.