Edward Crouse

A shaggy, appealing parable involving two lovers, some gorgeous heifers, gentle Maori gangster-golfers, and a dilapidated suitcase packed with used baby shoes, The Price of Milk throws itself onto the magic-realist sword with aplomb.

Majesty's reissue is a delirious and loony surprise in this season of nattier ape-suits.

Gripping, strangely beautiful, and poignant.

What seems like a nut-on-a-bar-stool rant morphs into a triumphal evocation of the emotional-political bluster of that time.

With playful, compelling gore having slowed to a near trickle stateside, Uzumaki demands attention.

One-upping Latino immigrant movies like "Luminarias" and "Tortilla Soup," Washington Heights zeroes in on go-getters (mostly of Dominican lineage) whose ambitions are transformed by familial demands.

Overall the acting is sound, the missteps few, and the murky digicam smash-and-grab sheen entirely apt for the cacophonous Christmas crush.

A grassroots refutation of Discovery Channel/National Geographic dispassion, The Great Dance: A Hunter's Story is hot and sweaty with fetching curves.

Ends up an intricate, becalmed take on a soul adrift.

The best sequences -- auditions in a strip bar and a public bathroom -- still can't compete with that industrial musical called "Pola X."