Breach

A wife’s Mission Impossible to bring hubby back from the war. You don’t suppose it could — possibly — fail do you?

Every cliché of the post-1960s prison movie is taken out and put through its paces, but don’t worry: it’s all in fun

Earlier this year, in a review of Panic by Henry Bromell, I observed that it was possible to appreciate a film which is an impressive bit of propaganda for a political position with which you profoundly disagree. Just think of Leni Riefenstahl’s The Triumph of the Will. Nowadays, the most assiduous ideologues among film-makers are…

Star Trek: Insurrection, directed by Jonathan Frakes, is another black- box movie — which is to say a movie that elevates the deus ex machina into a guiding principle. I know that I risk offending a lot of Trekkies who are used to this kind of thing, but I find it merely boring. Every time…

Impossible to be taken seriously, the movie is nevertheless quite a lot of fun, mostly because of its star.

In his previous film, Read My Lips (Sur Mes Lèvres), of 2001, the director Jacques Audiard presented us with a Sartrean hymn to criminality as the route to personal authenticity and moral and existential purity, so it is not surprising that he should have seen in a remake of James Toback’s Fingers (1978) an opportunity…