Robert Rodriguez’s official arrival on the major-studio film scene remains a riotous, stylish pulp actioner.
Remembering when Tom Cruise defied audience expectations in a campy, sumptuous adaptation of Anne Rice’s vampire soap opera.
Steven Soderbergh serves up a messy capitalist critique in the shell of a slick, simplistic essay film.
Pedro Almodóvar graces us with a shaggy but rewarding portrait of a middle-aged director wrestling with his demons, with an arresting turn by Banderas.
Even with segments by 90s indie luminaries like Robert Rodriguez, Allison Anders and Quentin Tarantino, Four Rooms is too herky-jerk to work.
Before they made their directorial debut, Lana and Lilly Wachowski wrote the Stallone-Banderas actioner Assassins, a far cry from their future work.
As self-reflective as it is starkly modernist, Pedro Almodóvar’s latest is navel gazing at its finest.