Sahara2005
Sahara is many things, but it is not a movie. It is the skull-splitting cacophony of 21 producers and four screenwriters (that we know about, anyway) standing in the same room shouting into their cell phones.
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Stoned2005
The rock hero starts out dead and so does the movie.
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Ned Kelly2003
Marks a welcome departure from the usual rah-rah machismo of the semi-nationalist action adventure, but Jordan never escapes the mighty shadow of The Thin Red Line.
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A Midsummer Night's Dream1999
Dangles uncertainly between mannerly devotion to Big Will and susceptibility to a recent cinematic pandemic, the update.
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Chinatown1974
In 1974 a director, a screenwriter, and a producer (Robert Evans, who for once deserves a few of the plaudits he's apportioned himself) could decide to beat a genre senseless and then dump it in the wilds of Greek tragedy.
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Rosemary's Baby1968
Hunched, black-eyed, leering, John Cassavetes's Guy is a contaminated satanic canal in himself.
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