Typical Mamet: Pistol-clip dialogue, conspiracies in the making.

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

The 1960s as imagined by the village idiot. Credit Hanks' mimicry.

When your big sister sneaks off, why not sneak off behind her? To Bologna.

Smothering breasts, a wild motorcycle, a cellophane ocean liner.... Only Fellini.

Things are strange indeed in Andersonville. But hats off to Sandler.

Stuffy Cruise, lost Kidman, and a dead Kubrick is an imperfect combination.

Alejandro González Iñárritu, student of inter-cultural agony...

Note to casting agent: No on Nicole Kidman as the maid...

For Sam Mendes, midlife crisis leaves you with cheerleaders and neo-Nazis.

Jodie gasps too much and Forest is a one-man snarlfest. Enough.