The exception to rock biopic drool
Cate camps it up
Sacré merde! The onslaught that is Toronto Fest
Johnny be good
Gilliam has no one but himself to blame
A taut psychological drama morphs into a thriller. Unfortunately.
Sci-fi fans "clamoring for gunplay, rooftop chases or killer robots will be sorely missing the point"
By Luke Y. Thompson and Gregory Weinkauf
In a year of big-screen sadness, our critics comfort those who triumphed
Jim Sheridan's semi-autobiographical film is as emotionally truthful as it is satisfying
When the boyfriend passes away, Morvern Callar may play
Critic beholds screen, sees miracles
Spielberg's Minority Report gets good grades until the end
Jesus' Son uncovers beauty in society's junk heap
Woody Allen's latest casts Sean Penn as a brilliant schmuck
In Carine Adler's Under the Skin, sex trumps death in Liverpool