Lynda Barry’s bizarre brand of bleakness.
Street interviews on the Times picket line.
Opens at Seven Gables and others, Fri., July 28. Rated PG-13. 96 minutes.
Police procedural turns metaphysical.
Mountains Beyond Mountains
A misplaced “gift” goes on a quest for its own return.
Opens Fri., Nov. 4, at Harvard Exit.
Less glamorous than The Matrix, more fun than Frogger, shooting down Viagra mail is my kind of video-game action.
Or, how two dull flicks could equal one fun movie.
An ex-prisoner seeks revenge and love with equal fervor, but freedom has a surprise in store for him. And, yes, squid were harmed during the making of this film.
Obesity-epidemic documentary appalls and convinces, even if the garnish of art is lacking.
Cold feelings and pothead philosophizing weigh down Soderbergh’s space odyssey.
Love him or hate him, new indie film book proves that Harvey Weinstein is the real star of his movies.
Should technology fix nature’s flaws?
OK, so Dad’s a killer, but he lets me drive the getaway car!
The late, great actor reflects.
Opens Sun., Dec. 25, at Metro and others.
Oddball subject, endearing documentary.
An Israeli assassin begins to question his mission. Steven Spielberg should’ve done the same.
Long disadvantaged by economic forces, single women are suddenly the hottest thing in the housing market.
