Johnny-on-the-spot documentarists Keith Fulton and Louis Pepe trace the crash-and-burn trajectory of Terry Gilliam's The Man Who Killed Don Quixote. (They had performed the same service for the completed flight of his Twelve Monkeys.) A testament to his runaway ambition, this behind-the-scenes peek at the Creative Process offers much of …
Woody Harrelson stars in and directs a feature film shot in real time.
An exercise in whimsicality that might leave Wes Anderson fatigued. Dominique Abel and Fiona Gordon wrote and directed, and they also star as a homeless Frenchman and the hapless Canadienne whose life (and backpack) he infiltrates. (The pair have done this sort of collaboration before, in The Fairy, Rumba, and …
That's where you end up when you go into hyperdrive without passing through an established Hypergate. The campy TV series from the Sixties serves as a frail scaffold on which to hang several smothering tons of special effects. Lacey Chabert, the spunky punky early teen in this Space Family Robinson, …
Suspense thriller involving He Fei's wife, Li Muzi, who disappeared during their anniversary trip. When she reappeares, he insists that she is not his wife. As a top lawyer gets involved in this bizarre case, more mysteries emerge. Either the man or his wife may or may not be crazy.
Sofia Coppola's sophomore effort marks an advance over The Virgin Suicides: a phlegmatic comedy about two American outsiders who fall into an ill-defined relationship in Tokyo, a bond forged of loneliness and misery between an over-the-hill Hollywood action star (a sadsack Bill Murray, who surely should have been written as …
It commences in the summer of '42 and continues for a period of ten months, the length of stay of two early-teen brothers with their tyrannical grandmother in the wake of their mother's death and while their father is away on business. Uncle Louie, a shady underworld character, drops in …
Amateur historian Philippa Langley believes she has made the archeological find of the century: the lost burial site of King Richard III. She takes on Britain’s most eminent historians, forcing them to rethink the legacy of one of the most controversial rulers in English history. Directed by Stephen Frears, starring …
A 12-year-old boy, separated from his family during a hike by a fast-moving storm, must fight to stay alive during his nine-day adventure lost in the backwoods of Maine. Directed by Andrew Boodhoo Kightlinger, starring Luke David Blumm, Paul Sparks, Caitlin FitzGerald, and Ethan Slater.
A well-informed, soft-hearted send-up (as opposed to a peremptory putdown) of the grade-Z science fiction of the Fifties, wherein an altruistic scientist, a megalomaniacal scientist, a pair of stranded space aliens, and a dormant mind-controlling skeleton squabble over a radioactive element called Atmospherium. Its blatant shortcomings -- the uncharismatic cast, …
Inauspicious directing debut of cameraman Janusz Kaminski (Schindler's List, Saving Private Ryan), a rudimentary Devil movie freighted with arty photography (desaturated colors, clouds of dust particles) and ponderous pacing. With Winona Ryder, Ben Chaplin, John Hurt, Elias Koteas, Philip Baker Hall, Alfre Woodard.
For decades, rock ‘n’ rollers have been characterized as hard drinking, snorting, and/or shooting stars whose desire to self-medicate was driven by a hunger to reach the heights of creative nirvana. Drugs were offered as the crutch essential to prolonging their genius. Now, there’s a new medicament in town: antidepressants. …
The inside story of John Lennon's infamous separation from Yoko Ono, when he was living with Ono's aid May Pang and living a wild life in places like Hollywood with fellow inebriates.
Because it's a sequel, there is understandably less time set aside for awe-struck wonder and a lot more of getting down to business: namely, dinosaurs chomping and stomping on humans. Jeff Goldblum, who is granted almost godlike stature in his trompe l'oeil reintroduction on screen, pretty well synopsizes the scenario …
The course of romance commences seven years ago, with anonymous mutual enrollment in the mile-high club in the lavatory of an LAX-to-JFK red-eye, and it proceeds from there in fits and starts, after progressively diminishing intermissions (three years, two, one, one-half), without either party ever really getting to know the …