The crook turns into a stuntman. But now it's murder time...

Aronofsky brings the descent into drug addiction to life in a terrifying way.

Deeply creepy, but well over-the-top by the end, which is a pity.

Felicity Huffman does her level best, but this treads water after a while.

Boris Karloff doing a twilight parody of... Boris Karloff.

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

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

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.

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.