Uncharacteristically safe territory for a risky, gritty filmmaker.
A metaphor for the death of romantic and robust boyhood imagination.
The music of the night was sweeter on the stage.
A passionless, pretentious and embarrassingly stiff vanity project.
Drains the fresh blood that kept this franchise alive.
One of 2004's best films.
Intensely problematic but compellingly watchable.
Its skewering of Puritanical piety packs a present-day punch.
A sequel made solely to reprise facial recognition for dollar signs.
BELIEVE IN CHRISTMAS, DAMN YOU! BELIEVE!
All its what-are-we-here-for frenzy boils down to taking the good with the bad.
As high-energy as it is high-tech.