THE FIRST STARTLING thing about The Bread, My Sweet (which opens Friday, July 18, at the Metro) is how handsome…
Opens Fri., Oct. 28, at Harvard Exit.
Dog’s got some star appeal, but he’s still bigger on the small screen.
No rip-off, this pirate-ride movie is actually fun.
Sex toy specialist
Opens Fri., Jan. 13, at Guild 45 and Uptown
One of the best lines about the man Bing Crosby called an “underhanded sicklesnoot” has been attributed to Tony Orlando:…
Gus Van Sant gets lost, but beautifully.
Daring to understand Hitler as an artist, and his hideous acts of creative imagination.
Forget the big picturethat’ll come next week. Here’s the dirt from my first five days in Park City.
Mexican tale of a naughty priest isn’t so scandalous here.
Despite three great performances, this Woolfian adaptation still adds up to one overrated mope-fest.
Don’t expect the tolerance of Hempfest to extend to Sea-Tac Airport.
The Snicket movie gets the books’ look right, if not the fear.
Same cast, different genres—I can’t wait to see how the third installment of this triptych turns out.
An African woman stands up to the crowd, and Americans will be cheering for her.
A brilliant performance brings science alive at the Rep.
A sit-down with the director and star of A Mighty Wind.
Trading six-shooter for sword, Cruise stars in an action-packed Eastern that’s emptier than Zen.
This fairy tale lacks the full soaring madness of Terry Gilliam at his best—and avoids the murky dishevelment of Gilliam at his worst.
