Director Jefferson Moneo definitely gets some of the key ingredients of that dark, postwar movie trend.
Director and cowriter Bertrand Bonello struggles mightily and almost succeeds in stitching together a credible portrait of the late high-fashion priest.
Timbuktu has come to denote the far ends of the earth, and in director Abderrahmane Sissako’s hands, the ancient Malian city does have a bleak, otherworldly beauty.
The film's weaknesses are almost obscured by Wiig’s performance.
They promised us jet packs.