Body Heat

An old-fashioned sort of cop story — that is, one in which the cops are the good guys — but one told in a hip, bang up-to-date, semi-ironic style

A rather thrilling if unbalanced account of the hunt for and killing of Osama bin Laden which has been unfairly attacked for advocating torture

Jim Jarmusch finds his alter ego in Bill Murray and his cinematic vision in the burn-out’s 1000 yard stare

A sort of post-modern tragedy — if that’s not a contradiction in terms — that is too faithful to the novel but will probably win lots of Oscars for it

This might have been a striking parable of the plight of young people today, if only the film-makers could have seen a little further beyond its absurdities

Holy Smoke by Jane Campion is a movie whose most basic assumptions—arising out of a weirdly anachronistic, 1970s-vintage view of bourgeois life—makes it rather difficult to like. From the first glimpse she gives us of “Sans Souci, Sydney,” an overhead shot of acres of tiled-roof bungalows that bespeaks “suburbia,” we know that Miss Campion’s sympathies…