Honest but not maudlin, this movie has a few hard feelings and one thrown punch.
This year has seen a slew of great femme-driven comedies, but this isn’t one.
With his pretty new film, the director delivers some sharp jokes, but never gets into a groove.
But the Matt Ross film still manages to chafe some.
It’s about the crowd, not the quality, at Seattle’s bad-movie screenings.
After a misfit 11-year-old joins a dance team, her peers succumb to mysterious seizures.
There’s a warm heart under the digital exterior, one that makes us long for rubber sharks.
The Capitol Hill nonprofit just added a new class that will put your dream on the screen.
The film underscores De Palma’s keen, sometimes lurid grasp of what cinema is.