The quirky charm of a weird director peeling back layers.

Can we just quit with "Field of Dreams"? Please.

Pellington's paranoia trip is too earnest for its own good.

Wrong place, wrong time, too wacky for words. But still Scorsese.

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

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.

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

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

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

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