Is there a better time than Christmas week to celebrate dirty sex, boundless self-loathing, and dysfunctional family ties? You won’t want to watch Shame with your parents on Christmas night, but it’ll sure as hell make you feel better about your crappy holidays. Michael Fassbender is brilliant as a wealthy, sex-addicted New Yorker on a mission of self-destruction that could claim the life of his equally fucked-up little sister. Shame probably won’t win any Oscars—too much schlong, none of it Harvey Keitel’s—but its riveting performances explore emotions that modern cinema rarely dares to touch. (See Movie Times)