Filmmakers Keith Fulton and Louis Pepe followed iconoclastic director Terry Gilliam to Spain hoping to capture the making of a classic. What they got was so much better.

And abortions. That’s what Vera Drake offers working-class girls in distress, in Mike Leigh’s realist portrait of postwar London.

Bob Crane was many things -- small-screen star, sex junkie, autoerotic auteur, murder victim -- but in Auto Focus, he serves mainly to advance director Paul Schrader's moral lesson.

The Matrix Reloaded scores with its balletic fight sequences, special effects, and sexy stars in fetish-wear. Unfortunately, it’s also loaded down with feeble mythmaking.

Sidewalks of New York
Children Underground
Kon Ichikawa

Running from commitments and failures, two college buddies romp through California, sampling the local wine—and women—in Sideways.

In People I Know, Al Pacino brings his patented blood-and-thunder theatrics to the role of a washed-up flack trying to claw his way back to glory; Confidence feels like a scam.

In a chilling thriller, Matt Damon plays a master of assumed identities; Jim Carrey's eerie Andy Kaufman riff is barely more than skin-deep.