As usual, if you're dead - the sentimental Grammy tearducts just can't help but award you.
I've been been ignoring doing this year-end thing in hopes that somehow I'll get to the likes of Moolaadé, Notre Musique, Goodbye, Dragon Inn, Vera Drake and Bad Education - but alas, it looks like that won't happen until next month, or until some of them are released on DVD.
Angels in America takes home everything as expected, but the hilarity of Arrested Development surprises.
Twenty-five sentences on the twenty-five greatest films ever made.
Welcome to the fourth installation of what has become M. Night Shyamalan's cinematic formula: twists, twists and more twists.
Is Safe a horror flick? An extended AIDS metaphor? A disguised gay film? A satire of 80s suburbia and New Age healing? A tale of spiritual loss? I'd say elements of all of the above - but most notably, a horrifying tale of spiritual loss.
Jim Jarmusch's polarizing, mysterious and ultimately brilliant masterpiece.
The success or demise of a Quentin Tarantino film depends on how well the viewer responds to his dialogue. The first volume of Tarantino's Kill Bill duo was a different case, it was all action and hardly any words...
Robert Altman's masterpiece is not for everyone, but those willing to look for subtle themes amongst a beautiful observation of dance will find the film to be quite rewarding.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind desires to see the beauty of love, while acknowledging its pain. Call me a dreamer, but that moves me.