With its latest batch of exploitation movies, Hollywood gets more blood out of old turnips.
Even for muscle men, a sound min is as necessary as a sound body.
We thought that after Earthquake, Los Angeles was gone for good. But no, here it is, back again and the same as ever.
Barbara Streisand, that is. King Kong was better off dead.
F. Scott Fitzgerald has better luck with Hollywood (this time) than Woody Guthrie.
Sylvester Stallone proves that a boxer‘s rebellion still makes a good story.
Two rotten apples don’t spoil a good bunch.
Nobody does a Hitchcock film like Hitchcock. Unfortunately, somebody else tried.
Bingo Long is a baseball movie even a non-fan can love.
If you thought this summer’s film lineup looked promising, pinch yourself. "The Big Bus" and "Logan's Run," are anything but a reviewer's dream.
Hollywood techniques may have worked for the Wild West shows, but we expected more from Robert Altman.
Liv Ullmann is at her best when she’s at her worst.
Two not-so-mild-mannered reporters fight for truth, justice, and the American way—and win.
Who is the Taxi Driver and why is he doing those terrible things?
Two films that make it on one level, lose it on another.
It was a good month for Stanley Kubrick and a bad month for computers.
Milos Forman’s One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest is so crazy, it just might work.
It‘s time for Sidney LumetÃs annual thrashing.
Introducing our new film critic, who finds this month‘s menu both hot and cold.