This is a theatrical story told in a purposefully and self-consciously theatrical manner.
The Next Chapter is devoid of serious conflict, yet it hits with unexpected feeling.
The film exists largely to be replaced by the next shiny thing in the MCU conveyor belt.
The film is a meditative, slow crescendo of wounded feelings and quiet epiphanies.
The film bangs the drum loudly on behalf of American exceptionalism.
The film doesn’t have a clear opinion on its main subject and the scourge of misogyny in media.
The Line is unable to bring its disparate elements into a convincing totality.
At its deepest level, Air is a film about mortality.
In writer-director Graham Foy’s arresting debut feature, the afterlife might not be so far away.
In Tótem, Avilés doesn’t shy away from the bittersweet devastation of her own film’s premise.
Scream VI barely resembles the film that birthed the franchise back in 1996.
In The Innocent, perhaps the real McCoy isn’t radical honesty but a performance of the same.