Chilling tale of justice gone awry. Apparently the wrong answer is better than no answer at all, where murder's concerned.

A loving, sincere tribute to 1950s melodrama, dotting every stylistic "i" as it neatly and daringly compares bigotry and homophobia.

Faithful yet highly imaginative take on Philip K. Dick's classic novel of drugs and paranoia, and not afraid of ambiguity.

Four wives and one husband, and oh, the jealousy and intrigue, all carried out ever so formally. Visually stunning.

Nearly captures the novel's beautiful madness of a boy who wanted to be a bird. Imagine -- Cage is almost adorable!

Nifty noir has lots in its corner, including Bogie/Bacall chemistry, the fascinating Moorehead, great cinematography, and a cute plot gimmick.

Beautifully shot, disturbing, uncomfortable French stalk-and-slash that is far above the torture porn it could be mistaken for.

Completely lacking the grindhouseishness of the first, still a fun sequel with nifty makeup.

This meta-movie gets props for cleverness, but if satire closes on Saturday night, why doesn't cleverness close after Sunday's matinee?

Perhaps somewhat fictionalized story of famous classical cellist and less famous sister plays the jealousy, genius, and fatal illness tropes.

Teenage sex comedy, road trip movie, or bittersweet tribute to life, love, friendship, and youth? The latter, I think.