By day, Bob McCall (Denzel Washington, out for a walk), works for a home improvement retailer, but under cloak of darkness, the average Joe segues from Home Depot to lone despot, one Russian mobster at a time. Washington begins by saving the life of a young hooker (a badly miscast …
Add a fourth to the angelic trio of Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael — Denzel. Washington reprises his role as McCall, the former CIA operative who now spends his time helping people in need: old Jewish men, middle-aged Muslim ladies, young black men, younger white girls, and oh yes, his friends. …
Add a fourth to the angelic trio of Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael — Denzel. Washington reprises his role as McCall, the former CIA operative who now spends his time helping people in need: old Jewish men, middle-aged Muslim ladies, young black men, younger white girls, and oh yes, his friends. …
Since giving up his life as a government assassin, Robert McCall (Denzel Washington) has struggled to reconcile the horrific things he's done in the past and finds a strange solace in serving justice on behalf of the oppressed. Finding himself surprisingly at home in Southern Italy, he discovers his new …
Since giving up his life as a government assassin, Robert McCall (Denzel Washington) has struggled to reconcile the horrific things he's done in the past and finds a strange solace in serving justice on behalf of the oppressed. Finding himself surprisingly at home in Southern Italy, he discovers his new …
It’s the Battle of the Franchise Superstars when X-Men’s Nicholas Hoult and Twilight’s Kristen Stewart — both stretching to play physically perfect specimens — take turns commandeering soft-edged closeups in this dystopian dud. Director Drake Doremus (Like Crazy) has no idea how to establish an everyday universe, let alone create …
A bottle of Alan Rudolph's watered-down and chilled romanticism: a noir-ish fairy tale about a pair of twins separated at birth (cringing nerd, swaggering hood) and now living, unaware of each other, in an imaginary city of quasi-science-fictional decay and chaos. The performances (excepting chiefly the swaggering half of Matthew …
Peter Shaffer's theatrical shocker about an emotionally dry psychiatrist, also a stuffy classicist with a taste for the dead gods of ancient Greece, who becomes frightfully envious of a teenage patient's brief moments of passionate spiritual oneness with horses while he rides them naked under the moonlight. Sidney Lumet shapes …
A teenage boy, a telepathically talking dragon, a captive princess, an evil king, a sorcerer, an oppressed populace, a rebel band, and a first-time director schooled in CGI (Stefen Fangmeier, who surely ought to have cut his teeth on a vampire film). Altogether, a snigger when not a snore. With …
Ill-fitting vehicle for Schwarzenegger (in the role of a U.S. Marshal on the witness-protection beat), but really more a vehicle for the FX and stunt boys: a routinely overinflated action extravaganza revolving around a science-fictional made-in-America "pulse weapon" which, if loosed on the international market, would apocalyptically tip the scales …
Equipped with a too sooty black-and-white image and a sadistically overamplified soundtrack, David Lynch's nightmare visions belong somewhere in the area of "fantastic art," but have found a somewhat uncomfortable home on the midnight-cult circuit. The main narrative thread, if one can be extracted from the jungly snarl, centers around …
When it comes to believing in human-caused climate change, you either agree with the scientific consensus that global warming is a fact or you voted for Trump. All the well-intentioned documentaries in the Erde aren’t likely to change any minds, particularly one as dogmatic as this. Austrian documentarian Nikolaus Geyrhalter …