The exploitation era of the 1970s, a time of non-existent budgets, wooden acting, and lurid, melodramatic plot turns…

There’s a mad brilliance to Brian Cook’s Colour Me Kubrick, and although I’m not sure if what I’ve seen constitutes great art, it sure as hell stands as fine entertainment; a movie so true to its insane vision that it achieves a defiant nobility.

Women will steal your soul, brother, and salvation will never be possible so long as they have hips to shake, and lips to pucker.

As practiced in Africa, it is so horrific and sadistic that not even the most devout cultural relativist could defend it.

In all, a movie that is sassy, serious, and one of the few assessments of adult relationships that doesn’t insist that a one-liner will save the day.

Mike Leigh is arguably the most talented filmmaker alive. No one better understands his subjects, and simultaneously

Ain’t that America…