Oleg Ivanov

It offers a powerful metaphor for the manner in which we carry the memories of our departed inside ourselves.

Director Sean Ellis's film offers a potent examination of the moral rectitude of resistance.

It works as both a modern morality play for our globalized world and as an indictment of Europe's ethical bankruptcy.

It presents a captivating portrait of one of the era's greatest defenders of artistic freedom and a true American original.

It makes a convincing argument for viewing Thomas Wolfe's work as a product of the excess and exuberance of the 1920s.

The film is a seemingly endless series of convoluted double-dealing, backstabbing, and factional realignment.

Eiichi Yamamoto's cult anime strikes a perfect balance between midnight-movie enchantment and arthouse sophistication.

Nothing more than leftwing exploitation cinema, a cheap thriller dressed up in the guise of a social-justice exposé.

The film provocatively has audiences see the world's current ecological concerns in a different and unexpected light.

The film affectively defends food critic Jonathan Gold's assertion that it's ultimately cooking that makes us human.

The filmmakers' perspective is firmly aligned with the views of liberal Zionism, as the leftist peace activists are given the most screen time.

It uses the trappings of the family melodrama to reveal the subtle social constraints that inhibit people, particularly women, from attaining full self-realization.

Theeb insists on the importance of preserving cultural difference against the totalizing vision of racial and religious hegemony.

Victor Frankenstein is the movie version of a carnival sideshow, all smoke and mirrors, presenting a litany of human freaks and animal monstrosities to distract from the superficiality of its psychological and intellectual concerns.

This is activist filmmaking that manages to be both angry and elegiac in its recounting of the 2014 Ukrainian revolution.

Ondi Timoner's documentary about Russell Brand basically gives the English comedian turned "activist" a free pass.

It only scratches the surface of the mass psychological wounds and trauma that the trials unleashed on the Germany psyche.

It's best appreciated as a tragicomic profile of a man whose extraordinary talent was undermined by the farcical political reality in which he was enmeshed.

It becomes difficult to separate the natives from their communist masters in terms of their treatment of their natural surroundings.

What the film lacks in narrative unity and aesthetic splendor it makes up in moral grandeur and ethical purpose.

It both feeds off of and perpetuates nostalgia for a time when the nation seemed more politically conscious and therefore more capable of creating lasting social change.