Terrific work by an enviably talented filmmaker, with a wistful poignance that will stick with you.
A slick jeremiad, "Surviving Progress" is expertly made (it's far from tedious) but intellectually muddled.
It would be ripe territory for self-reflection if this sloppy debut from filmmaker Anne Renton weren't plagued with as much self-doubt and uncertainty as its lead Catholic.
Cheers for a Cannes director who has infused his technical mastery with radiant life. In the Museum of the World of Wes Anderson, the dolls are dancing.
Now [Cohen is] turning material both fresh and rancid into tepid gruel.
On the laughmeter The Dictator is closer to Borat than to the misfired Bruno, which is to say it's funny for about half of its brisk 83 minutes.
The movie is never quite bold enough to point out the contradiction of Muslims and Christians hating one another, even though they both in theory worship the same god.
It's about a terminally ill man who decides that if he is going to die, he is going to grab a gun and take a whole bunch of obnoxious people with him.
A satire in which pathos competes with light comedy and neither quite flourishes.