Though it deftly eschews moral judgment of its own, Belgian helmer Peter Monsaert's "Flemish Heaven" is likely to provoke all manner of debate among its viewers.
It may only represent the film's Spanish distribution route, but there's something entirely apt-feeling about the familiar Warner Bros. badge at the front of Alberto Rodriguez's "Smoke and Mirrors."
That hoary old question of whether life imitates art or art imitates life is refreshingly irrelevant in the case of certain creative beings, for whom art is life and vice versa.
Director Emmanuelle Bercot begins "150 Milligrams" with a rare stab at lyricism in what is otherwise a bluntly literal, plain-as-day procedural drama.
"Cool story, bro." It's the most incidental of visual details, glimpsed at the edge of one of "Austerlitz's" many exactingly composed frames.
The explosion of Pablo Larrain's Jackie Kennedy biopic into the race reminds that Venice remains a strong force in Oscar season
If you go down to the woods today, well, you're not in for the biggest of surprises.
This suitably rough-edged, raw-nerved kids-are-not-all-right drama fixates on technology as one of many communication barriers between contemporary adolescents and their parents.
If Olivier Assayas's "Personal Shopper" took a step down from Hermès to H&M, the result would be something like "Never Ever."
Shakespeare's conniving Queen of Scotland is nowhere to be found in it, but a whole lot of courage gets screwed to the sticking place in "Lady Macbeth."
Time is an elastic element in the cinema of Lav Diaz — not just in the sprawling, searching spread of his films' historical purview, but the liberal, some might say liberated, scale of the films…