The Informers

The only reason I'm bothering to write about the latest, and worst, Bret Easton Ellis adaptation, The Informers , is because I've pl...

Dead Man

Jim Jarusch's '80s filmography was enough to make me an ardent fan, but nothing prepared me for Dead Man . At once a film far beyond...

Playtime

Few words are spoken in Jacques Tati's epic Playtime , or at least not many discernible ones, yet you could hardly call it a silent film...

The Battle of Algiers

Many reviews of The Battle of Algiers explain its lasting relevance and and quality as a product of its even-handedness, its deft ability t...

Tristram Shandy: A Cock and Bull Story

What a shame it is that the only exposure the average American has to Steve Coogan is in his over-the-top, cartoonish persona as evidenced i...

Bowfinger

At the top of his game, there's no one quite like Steve Martin. A combination of ham-handed vaudevillian and ironic commentator, he make...

The Beatles — Abbey Road

Picking one's favorite Beatles album is a fool's errand not only because sifting through the individual merits of each record falls ...