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Highest review score: | Hell or High Water | |
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Beresford, can't bring this saga to life because Alma herself never fully comes to life; her contradictoriness, like the way she embraces Mahler only to rail against his "Jewish music," doesn't add up to a whole and complex human being.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Predictable, not so much from his (Zhang Yimou) previous movies as from the work of the many sentimentalists who have already plowed this well-tilled turf.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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For all its agonizing true-life trappings, has the staying power of a grand-scale video game. Manhattan's sushi bars are in no danger of going dark.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Together, Lopez and Caviezel make quite a pair. Sorrowful yet hip, they seem to be inventing a new mood: designer melancholia.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It's like being trapped inside a fever dream of Oscar-night production numbers.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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There's something a bit condescending about how the movie devolves into a falling-out-between-friends scenario, as if the only way our attention could be held by this subculture were if it was presented to us sentimentally.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Loach has gotten hold of a marvelous subject -- the invisibility of the working poor in the environs of the rich -- that keeps you watching despite all the banner-waving.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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For all its hipness, the movie serves up some awfully old chestnuts.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Glenconner is such a class-conscious caricature that he doesn't need the filmmakers to do him in; he does a sterling job all by himself.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Sets up a cast -- and then proceeds to knock them down like ducks in a shooting gallery.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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What makes Nolte so much stronger than the other performers is precisely this sense of mysteriousness and indirection, which doesn't really correspond to the Adam Verver of the novel but certainly jibes with James's overall method.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Driven is recommended only to those gentle souls who want to know what it looks like to crash into a wall at 200 mph.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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As murderous amusements go, the film is mildly diverting, but it's like a faint facsimile of a Claude Chabrol film.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The filmmakers spend so much time milking gags they should have called it Bridget Jones's Dairy.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It downplays the effects of George's drug trafficking, not so much on himself and his cronies as on the wrecked lives of the generation of customers we never get to see.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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There's not much here for a great actor to sink his teeth into once, let alone twice.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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On the reasonable assumption that no movie featuring an Elvis impersonator can be wholly bad, I was prepared for a high old time at 3000 Miles to Graceland, which exhibits a plenitude of Elvi. The exhibition does not last very long, however. Less than a third of the way through, the filmmakers jettison the premise and trash their own movie.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Leconte films in an austere yet invigorated style; the action never settles into stiff tableaux.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The audience for Hannibal is far more primed for a good time; if the film is a hit, it will be because Lecter has been cartoonized; his ghoulish panache, his double entendres about cannibalism, and his pet phrases like "goody-goody" and "okeydokey" all serve to make him a figure of fun.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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In the Mood for Love has novelty value, I suppose, and plenty of pretty camera moves, but it's not really a movie you can warm to.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The problem with all this don't-blink-or-you'll-miss-it dramaturgy is that ultimately everything is sacrificed for effect. When you're dealing, as Ritchie is, with explosions of real violence and viciousness, the hyperslick technique can't accommodate the real pain that comes with the territory, or ought to. What we're left with is a cackling amorality -- not a philosophy of life, just a posture.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It's a marvelous, resonant joke that never quite succeeds: Stretches of the film resemble a Dario Argento horrorfest crossed with a Mel Brooks spoof. But the director, E. Elias Merhige, and his screenwriter, Steven Katz, occasionally bring some rapture to the creepiness, and Dafoe's vampire, with his graceful, ritualistic death lunges, is a sinewy, skull-and-crossbones horror who seems to come less out of the German Expressionist tradition than from Kabuki.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Were it not for these performances (Blanchett, Ribisi, Swank, Reeves), The Gift would be fairly negligible.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Lee loads up his movie with so many hot buttons that the film resembles a compendium of all his previous provocations.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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In the end, Powell thanks his doctor for sharing the journey, but audiences who sit through this zoologically daft back-to-nature clinker may feel far less charitable.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The film may have its roots in reminiscence, but it doesn't feel like it comes from the heart: Zeffirelli's, as usual, is swathed in tinsel. Still, the villas on display are gorgeous, and watching those dowager martinets intimidate the Fascisti is fine sport.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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