Fargo

A delightful return to the — amusingly tweaked — conventions of silent film for an unexpectedly moving if familiar love story

One must naturally applaud the highly moral purpose of a movie like Boiler Room, written and directed by Ben Younger. Out of appreciation for it, one can almost ignore the rap music and the suffocating hipness and, with them, the suspicion that like its model, Wall Street, the film really glorifies what it ostensibly disapproves…

Like so much of the rest of Neil LaBute’s output, this is a good movie in a bad — I think a very bad — cause.

Formerly, the American dream was being able to buy a house in the suburbs with a picket fence; now, perhaps, it is being able to live in a frat house like a college boy until retirement

What happens when anything can happen? Pretty much nothing. Or at least nothing that anyone needs to care about

Another autumnal triumph from the world’s greatest living film director.