Bill Weber

The result isn't drama so much as a waking nightmare of play-acting and predestined doom.

Godfrey Reggio's symphony of pristine 4K images doesn't add up to one grand epiphany, but an intermittent cluster of small ones.

It chronicles the quest of a self-described "geek," and there are pleasurable frissons of discovery in the detective work.

Bille August's film is a protracted, soporific trip into Portuguese history that would like to be a romantic thriller.

Though its ballast of jokes and spectacle are formidable, it often lurches about at a remote, enigmatic distance

LisaGay Hamilton and Yolonda Ross play persuasively embody modern urban feminine strength, but they're eventually stranded in a recycled road movie.

This chronicle of two athletes throwing baseball's funkiest, least respected pitch is given depth by their stranger-than-fiction underdog status and camaraderie with mentors who've had the same struggles.

While crediting free-form radio pioneer Bob Fass with changing the culture of broadcasting, this documentary remains clear-eyed about the decline of community radio and the New Left.

In a character study of an ex-con who gives her heart and mind to animals rather than people, Melissa Leo's risky performance is ultimately framed with a disappointing, distanced pity.

This adaptation of a prize-winning Australian novel is a stodgy slog save for some sporadic moments of blunt force supplied by Judy Davis and Charlotte Rampling.