Director Carlos Saura's Goya (Francisco Rabal) is alternately avuncular and cranky, deaf but still vital and prone to slipping into a dream world of bittersweet memories. Saura’s biopic is a lushly filmed wallow in the loves and tribulations of a long-suffering artist.
Sometimes playing like a laughless episode of a revisionist "The Honeymooners," this House is a fixer-upper. Its plot is slow to build, with little motivation for the extreme actions of its main characters. But it focuses on cultural, racial and marital relationships in ’50s America in a fresh, surprising way.
Photographer Edward S. Curtis, in Anne Makepeace's documentary of his life, comes across as someone sincere but realistic, who embarked on an obsessive project to document as thoroughly as possible the quickly disappearing traditional life of the Native American.
Director Mimi Leder actually makes this treacle go down easy. But this cloying, scattershot film could stand more verisimilitude, instead of falling back on the easy comfort of shallow platitudes — with Kevin Spacey, Helen Hunt and Haley Joel Osment.
Trapped in slippery morality and cycles of crime, Mark Wahlberg, Joaquin Phoenix and Charlize Theron are a triptych of good intentions gone awry in James Gray’s strikingly old-fashioned, beautifully nuanced tale of corruption.