Jayhawkers is not a biography of Wilt Chamberlain. Hes not so much a character as a lens through which local filmmaker Kevin Willmott offers a creative and intriguing look at Lawrence in the 1950s.
Despite the sunshine, gentle breezes and placid waters, something wicked this way comes in “Stranger by the Lake,” French filmmaker Alain Guiraudie’s tantalizingly erotic fable of love, passion and death.
Even if “Top Chef” cooking shows are on your DVR ignore list, Joseph Levy’s touching documentary “Spinning Plates” is worth your while.
“The Rocket” winds through the mountains of northern Laos, the contemporary drama carrying a touch of fable and a powerful sense of place.
In the tradition of thrillers about unassuming acquaintances who turn out to be deadly (Misery, Fatal Attraction) comes Repentance, a movie of modest means that nevertheless offers a fairly cohesive story and at least one standout performance.
With its cartoonish digital presentation matched only by its ultra-violence, “Empire” proves that no decapitation can be too slow and no disemboweling too implied.
It’s not any more clever than the TV series (which holds up quite well — thank you, YouTube); it is, however, way slicker.
Its Russian oh so very Russian, an epic of The Great Patriotic War that mixes vivid, blood-and-guts combat with chest-thumping patriotism and pathos. And unfortunately, its more than a little clumsy.
As played by Benicio Del Toro — flattening vowels, biting at consonants, pushing his tall, square frame though postures of graceful anguish — Jimmy Picard, a World War II veteran and a member of the Blackfoot Indian tribe, is the picture of a noble soul in torment.
In nearly every way, The Wind Rises is a typical biopic. It traces the life of a significant person (in this case, aviation engineer Jiro Horikoshi), checking off his accomplishments and placing them in historical context. It even has a love story.
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Hollywood understands that Liam Neeson is the reigning go-to guy for playing a gritty, laconic, loner hero. He proves crucial at turning the wildly implausible Non-Stop into a slick, gripping crowd-pleaser.
Any worries we had that John Cusack was going to have trouble finding roles as he circled the day he gets that AARP card in the mail are mollified by Adult World. Indie cinema will always have a place for an aging hipster, and his standoffish poet Rat Billings is proof.
Son of God, a big-screen version of Mark Burnett and Roma Downeys History Channel TV series The Bible, has a redemptive optimism about it that makes the brutality go down easier.
Kevin Costner cashes in on his career of cool in 3 Days to Kill, a thriller that moves almost fast enough to keep us from noticing how scruffy, discomfiting and absurdly over-the-top the whole thing is.
Think of Therese Raquin, the Emile Zola novel that is the inspiration for In Secret, as the original film noir. It has an illicit love affair, a murder and the guilt and fear of discovery that comes with it.
“Barefoot” is “Rainman” meets “Benny & Joon,” a mental child experiencing the world and love for the first time while on the road.
“Pompeii” is half sword-and-sandal epic, half disaster movie and all guilty pleasure. Director Paul W.S. Anderson, taking a break from cranking out “Resident Evil” movies, has a strong command of CGI technology and 3-D effects, and the movie is so grand in scale that you can’t help surrender to the spectacle, even if the stuff that’s going on with the people in the film is often close to risible.
Whether you’re 16 or 65, new relationships stir up the same sparks of excitement and the same lapses in judgment. That’s the gist of “Gloria,” the delightful Chilean drama about middle-age love between characters who have maturity on their side but still prove we’re all amateurs when it comes to relationships.
The scenes with Kevin Hart and Regina Hall as on-again, off-again lovers make the film worth the ticket price. Unfortunately, Hall and Hart arent playing the main characters theyre the sidekicks. And the leads Michael Ealy and Joy Bryant are little more than eye candy.