Where Matt Damon goes, Jason Bourne must follow.  — Ancient proverb, probably. There’s not much…

It only took 125 years of moviemaking, but The Misfits has finally given us the cinematic equivalent of a wet willie. That might sound a smidge dramatic, but after 94 miserable minutes of this sweaty, obnoxious action bonanza, I wanted to scrub out both my ears with soap.

Some audiences may find this film to be too mannered and deliberate, but I enjoyed watching Christoph Waltz’s character spin the webs that will eventually ensnare him.

Good artists borrow; great artists steal. Pablo Picasso, maybe. In Those Who Wish Me Dead,…

Wynne and Penkovsky were real men with everything to lose, and we feel real terror as they try to stay a step ahead of the KGB. The film occasionally pivots to the ethical quagmire of Brosnahan and Wright, and it loses a little steam in the process.

Vanquish looks like it was funded with somebody’s allowance money. And if that were the case, if a bunch of plucky ragamuffins actually cobbled their lunch money to make this movie, I’d slap two more stars on this review. Alas, nope.

This is probably a good time to say it again: The gaudy goriness of Nobody ain’t for everybody. Lots of heads get blown off; bones are snapped like kindling.

In The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo–the first English-language adaptation of Stieg Larsson’s novel series–director David…

  Vertigo is an odd, elliptical masterpiece that manages to somehow embody Alfred Hitchcock’s cinematic eccentricities…