By the end of Mysterious Skin, I felt physically exhausted but I also felt satisfied at the way it all falls into place.

What sets Bier's film apart from similar fare are the consistently fine performances and powerful scenes of surprising ferocity.

Too often, the movie follows up Adams’ chaotic humor with weak slapstick and the incongruous love story.

Thankfully, there's the relatively-charismatic and cheeky Ice Cube hogging the lens.

It's a love story without all the verbal hooey and it hits harder than most.

The kind of film that you just don't want to end.

Charles Dance's début feature is an impressive achievement.

This is the sort of film that would drive Miss Daisy to upchuck at the shenanigans of its saintly, cardboard characters and its bizarre, rose-colored depiction of U.S. race relations.

If Stalin's Wife doesn't provide solid answers, it nonetheless offers a fascinating tapestry of love, madness, politics, suspicions and jealousies.

In the end, nothing about The Interpreter strikes us as very original.

Thrilling stunt footage aside, this is a film that celebrates the strength of women in the entertainment industry and these two separate stories are tied together perfectly by filmmaker Amanda Micheli.

It’s only by understanding what went wrong that we can hope to recognize the warning signs next time.

One Missed Call plays like a good cover song. It's not just a repetition of the previous tune.

A complete bloodbath.

May look like an ironic, jet black comedy -- and it succeeds brilliantly on that level -- but in it's sad and wistful heart, it's a completely sincere call for saving the Earth.

There are some genuine scares to be had here, and not just of the “Boo!” variety.

A profoundly unnecessary movie, The Girl From Monday is an embarrassment.

You love Solondz's films, you'll love Palindromes. That same twisted sense of humor is there and certain scenes go on for an uncomfortably long time, but you wind up savoring the discomfort.

In a sense, Raging Dove serves as an entirely unintentional, I'm sure, metaphor for peace prospects in his homeland.

It ain't art, and it's dumber than I'd like, but I don't imagine you were expecting Kieslowski.

Honestly, this movie would've worked a lot better had the Red Sox not won the World Series.

Kung Fu Hustle is something you rarely encounter in theaters: a genuinely original comedy.

A small, tacky non-comedy.

Not a film for the faint of heart… A Hole in My Heart is a cinematic challenge that eats slowly at the soul but never insults the audience or its characters.

Rodriguez slams down the sledgehammer with so much brutal, punishing force, there's no room to breathe.

A lyrical poem to the lost places in our past and our heritage.

It has its share of eye-rolling moments, but at its heart there's a decent story.

Might not have been a bad film if its characters never said anything and some obnoxious visual metaphors were removed.