Each woman is a terrific interview, and if the climactic vision of these still beautiful ladies gliding through the water doesn't bring a lump to your throat, you surely have no heart.

Raunchy without ever devolving into flat-out prurience, Berger's oddly sweet comedy perfectly captures the naivete of the era and the unexpected wholesomeness of some of its adult entertainment.

Perfect introduction to a remarkable career, and a moving memorial to a remarkable filmmaker.

Blindingly obtuse, excessively morose, the film is nevertheless dazzling in its inventive and massive sets and spectacular in its techniques...A powerful work that is both bleakly funny and breathtakingly assured.

Less a sequel than a variation on a haunting theme -- the nature and origins of humanity.

Eye-opening documentary by New Zealand filmmaker Alison Maclean.

Make sure you catch this spooky and strangely moving portrait of this highly unusual artist while you can.

Would be funny if it weren't so horrifying.

Raggedly produced, savagely funny movie.

A triumph of genre filmmaking.

A wild, endlessly inventive romp set in a post-war world so full of machine-guns and hand-grenades that people barely flinch when one or the other goes off.

For all its harsh realism, the film flows like a dream, albeit a highly unpleasant one.

Antal's debut is a sharp, blackly comic hugely entertaining thriller.

Gray doesn't condescend to his outer-borough characters and elicits pitch-perfect performances from his ensemble cast.

One of the many terrible ironies laid out in vivid detail by Justman and her subjects is that many of those accused were among the Party's most ardent members: Jews who wholeheartedly embraced Communism.

Above all, Jackson evokes an almost palpable sense of the will to power trapped within the ring. Without this evocation of the ring's insidious ability to sniff out the potential for corruption and capitalize on it, the entire enterprise would be precious drivel.

The film is saved by the raw power of the performances, and especially, Richard Pryor's bitterly funny observations.

Moreno's subtly calibrated mix of intelligence, naivete, rebelliousness, charisma and practicality produces an unforgettable protagonist; even Maria's recklessness seems reasonable because it's so clearly rooted in desperation.

Rather than trading le Carré's downbeat but agonizingly true-to-life ending for something more palatable, Meirelles has crafted a rare sort of thriller that refuses to resolve real-life issues for the sake of feel-good entertainment.

Boulanger is completely captivating as the kind of kid Truffaut would have adored, but it's Sharif's show. Next to his portrayal of Yuri in "Dr. Zhivago", this may be role for which he'll be best remembered.

What will really shock Western viewers are the luxurious trappings of Handong's world: The tailored suits, Mercedes Benz and expensive Japanese sushi bars have little to do with age-old perceptions of the PRC.

Mortimer is riveting as the sympathetic but flawed Lizzie.

Household Saints succeeds in raising issues and religious ideas like few films before it, making it a movie that's more compelling to discuss and mull over afterward than to sit through.

The film is a dispiriting experience.

The result is somewhat confounding, but utterly spellbinding.

Exquisitely crafted drama.

The film, like its subject, is a hoot, both shamelessly entertaining and bursting with personality.

Curiously empty and instantly forgettable.