Grindhouse is great. Too bad it can’t be seen in its natural habitat.

When it comes to worthy independent films, critics face a dilemma: If you trumpet a little-known wonder too loudly, the very audience you rustle up is guaranteed to leave the theater feeling underwhelmed.

Homoerotic figure skating has rarely been funnier. Plus: Another reason why Richard Gere shouldn’t be so underrated.

In its crystalline restoration by the UCLA Film and Television Archive, Killer of Sheep can be seen (and reseen) as a great—the greatest—cinematic tone poem of American urban life.

The Lookout is a nifty neurological thriller that only goes brain-dead at the end. Plus: Adam Sandler’s 9/11 movie.

The politics may be familiar, but Ken Loach’s harshly beautiful new film delivers some satisfying surprises.

MoMA and Film Society of Lincoln Center, March 21 to April 1.

Can Kal Penn, the world’s most famous Indian-American actor, be more than Kumar and a terrorist on 24?

It came from Korea—but America’s more to blame—and it’s one scary, splendid monster.

'300' author Frank Miller spoke with Dave Itzkoff about Spartans, heroes, terrorists, and Angelina Jolie.