Another blandly recycled storyline and a denouement that feels rather violent for tykes.
A botched Wall Street thriller that invests little in its characters.
A vulgar pastiche of cinema and history that transforms events of WWII into an embarrassing musical comedy-cum-Telenovela-style drama.
This ludicrous outing takes its psycho-satanic babble much too seriously.
Visually potent but remarkably vain.
Loosely entertaining feature tends to steer off course, though strong perfs help keep it in tow.
A minimalist study in maximum violence.
A trio of Mossad agents are haunted by what they owe their country and one another.
Even in a romantic city like Paris, "Living on Love Alone" is no longer enough to get by.
Cancer and comedy are shaken, then stirred to form an unlikely cocktail.
A solid, if somewhat classical, thriller with the taut, sinister psycho-procedural.