Provocative and sophomoric in about equal measure, Sleeping Beauty is, like the best fairy tales, thrumming with nightmarish, subterranean dread—and is, like the worst, heavy-handed and damningly dull.
The story deals with precisely the sort of messy, depressing ordeals in life we go to the movies to get away from, but the languid pace and occasional shots of off kilter wry humor allow it to never become such an overwhelming plunge into despair as to be unwatchable.
Never overrun by the self-conscious quirk or straining obnoxious affectation of some of her peers' work, Lena Dunham’s film is a modest, honest confessional that finds joy and poignancy in the tiny, awkward, stupid moments in life.
Six Feet Under concludes its third season with a bold suite of emotionally devastating episodes that go straight for the jugular, nearly drowning the Fishers -- and the viewers -- under a tidal wave of fear, guilt and despair.
Though visually striking and stylistically ambitious, this bombastic, juvenile genre mashup is a mostly discordant, occasionally incoherent, but always compulsively watchable, mess. Just check your brain at the door...
Red Riding Hood doesn’t have the teeth to bite into the thrumming subterranean eroticism lurking just beneath its overripe surface; but neither does it have the self-awareness (or self-confidence) to cross over the line into full blown kitsch.
The latest romantic comedy from Katherine Heigl is somehow not as terrible as her recent track record would lead you to believe -- in fact, it's actually quite good. I know -- I'm just as shocked as you are.
Jarvis’ performance as Mia – at turns aggressively belligerent and coyly vulnerable, but always raw – is so achingly genuine that you wonder how much of it is actually acting, and how much is just her.