In light of recent events, Fred Zinnemann's iconic western is worth revisiting.

The Coen Brothers carved out a neo-western masterpiece with a hair cut, a briefcase, and a really old coin.

Scorsese's self-indulgence takes his magnum opus and sinks it to just another good movie.

Dances with Wolves is a flawed epic, but it's far more than an excuse to look at Kevin Costner.

Who knew a repressed gay rancher would make for such a dull protagonist?