The film presents the Rwandans in the worst possible way: venal, corrupt, vicious, stupid, barbaric and completely incapable of governing themselves. Honestly, I've seen more intelligent and sympathetic depictions of Africans in Tarzan movies.

This is Scorsese’s "Schindler's List", for better and for worse (mostly the better).

Successful in kicking off a largely amusing and visually engaging franchise.

The whole film appears over-blown and pumped up on marketing steroids.

Such a hopeless mess that there's no fun in tossing insults at its endless shortcomings.

Rare is the motion picture which grapples with issues this provocative and profound. Rarer still is one which does so this well.

Eastwood tells the story at a pace well under the Hollywood speed limit, tosses in details so beguiling they seem about to sprout into motion pictures of their own and bathes his subjects in shadows as lovely as those in any Rembrandt.

This film's twelve times better than anything else on offer at the moment.

Will ultimately be remembered more for the trademark Anderson look than for any of its characters or any emotional impact.

The cinematography is stunning, particularly where Matsumoto and Sawoko walk through the four seasons of life.

No hack job. It has more impact than your Rings, Grudges, Eyes, Dark Waters…out there and it does it with a minimum of actual on-screen scares. Finally, a real filmmaker gives it like it should be given...and it hurts so good.

Offers neither horror nor style.

The brightest facet of the movie is that even as they face oppressive conditions they still persist with joy.

An intelligently written, well-acted, and thoughtful film about adult relationships. I’m surprised it came out of Hollywood.

Quite simply, House of Flying Daggers is a film that sets several new standards for production and entertainment values. It is a wild riot of color, music, passion, action, mystery, pure old-fashioned thrills and even dancing.

It's not often that a film changes history, but it's just possible that Irish writer-director John Deery's righteously energetic Conspiracy of Silence just might help alter the course of 21st century Catholicism.

A dark comedy whose story is propelled by shock but sustained by issues of love and forgiveness.

The film is near perfect in its attempt to properly mix the irrationality of war in with an interesting love story.

The story goes on and on, endlessly fascinating to the last - the sensational trial, the convictions, the revelations, the recriminations.

In a perfect world, movies this clever would open in theaters every weekend. Maybe some day.

A movie celebrating the life of the greatest military conqueror the world has ever known should feature a bit more conquering.

An abysmal failure.

Delightfully goofy.

Cage is the glue that holds it all together, with a determined obsession in everything he does here.

Such garbage that taking a shower at the Bates Motel is a more appealing alternative.

The mystery behind Jandek is still intact at the end of the eighty-eight minute-long film, but it’s diminished substantially because you feel like you know too much.

Recommended for the toothsome Jennifer Tilly, the manic Billy Boyd, some inventive deaths, some inspired gore, and one frankly hilarious scene involving Tilly and a decapitated corpse.

A worthwhile way to spend some of your precious leisure time, especially in this season of obnoxious cartoons and ham-handed holiday fare.