Black Snake Moan

Ricci's performance is brave and effective - the most provocative in a career that has rejected Hollywood norms.Read Full Review »

A wild and sweet little picture about sex, redemption and music, though perhaps not necessarily in that order.Read Full Review »

This movie is crazy, but the insanity is electric.Read Full Review »

A roiling, boiling mix of blaxploitation, sexploitation, Tennessee Williams and the Tennessee outback.Read Full Review »

The best thing about Black Snake Moan, a song title, is the blues soundtrack. The movie is an absurdly jarring collection of archetypal characters in miserable circumstances with a resolution that feels forced and tacked on.Read Full Review »

In spite of Amelia Vincent's toothsome cinematography and the down-home locations, the movie often has the lumbering, literal-minded rhythms of a second-rate stage play -- not a moan or a howl, but a slow, anxious groan.Read Full Review »

Black Snake Moan morphs into a wacky intergenerational bonding movie, something closer to "Harold and Maude" or "The Karate Kid" with a dusting of Southern grit.Read Full Review »

Black Snake Moan sho-nuff ain't no "Sweetback." Indeed, long stretches of Brewer's Suthun-fried sophomore slump come down the country road lookin' as haggard as a workaholic ho on a Sunday morning.Read Full Review »

Be prepared to collapse into a hoot and a howl of hilarity at all the wrong moments.Read Full Review »

Parading through most of the movie in a cutoff T-shirt and bikini briefs, Ricci takes the stereotype of the oversexed farmer's daughter to gothic extremes; Jackson's character, named Lazarus, is similarly drawn with oversize strokes.Read Full Review »